Calm (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t you take the anxiety away

And leave me feeling serene

Looking at the bottle of bourbon, waiting for its response

Meanwhile, since it didn’t answer, I decide to go double or nothing.

 

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Reading the Ice Cubes (a 50 word story)

Kevin stared at the ice cubes at the bottom of his bourbon glass trying to ascertain what they told about his future.  He thought he could hear them predict he would be in a world of hurt in the morning.  He decided they were truly psychic and poured himself another.

 

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Bourbon (an acrostic poem)

Basking in the afterglow of the alcohol’s afterglow

Observing how the light plays among the amber waves

Understanding the time and craftsmanship put in the bottle

Relishing in the transformation of those simple ingredients

But I digress, what did you want to drink tonight?

Only a light beer?

Now you must leave you heathen!