Wednesday, November 21, 2012

On the Rocks

The echoing ice cubes
Chime melodiously as I
Swirl the enticing liquid
Around and around.
A methodical, clockwise
Twirl swishes the elixir
Just ever so threatening
To spill over the top.

How I wish to submerge
In the liquor beneath
The floating rocks,
Beneath those floating rocks.
But I am perpetually forced to
Stay strictly on the rocks,
On the rocks.
I am always forced to
Stay firmly on the rocks.

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