Wine is Fine but Liquor is Quicker

A Tribute to Liquor….the day after

Liquor

Summoning energy seems so complicated
The dust and grime of a thousand deserts
My eyes are coated and vow not to yield
The light is streaming through the open window
I cannot see it, but I feel its prickly heat
The lingering grogginess of alcohol
Mind numbing cocktails with imaginative names
Mortally wounded from colorful Jell-O shots
Exhausted from Sex on the Beach
My tongue thick and dry refuses to move
The alien landscape of my mouth evident
A desert, devoid of moisture, not even a drop
My last memory was Between the Sheets
My bed shared with a Three Legged Monkey
A Strawberry Stripper and a Smoker’s Cough
The drumbeat of a thousand marching armies
Echoing like tinnitus amplified at a concert
Errant memories of conversations past
Prairie Chicken, Eggermeister, Naga Chilli
Juxtaposed mumblings of incoherency
A Short Trip to Hell in a broken down van
Juicy Lucy at the wheel, Voodoo riding shotgun
Perhaps memories of a late night movie
The Drunken Elf and the Fearless Redneck
I seem to recall them dancing together
My joints all cry out in a cacophony of pain
Aching for but a drop of something clear
No Vodka, nor Gin, Rum, Tequila, or Cristal
Water please, and ice would be an extra charm
Something to sooth and do no harm
Send the Drunken Sailor to Dance with the Wenches
No more Hanky Panky with Inspector Gadget
Tell Punky Brewster, The Incredible Hulk, Goldeneye
And the rest of those Hollywood bigwigs
That I’m sleeping in today and calling in sick
That Moscow Mule tied up at my door
Can take the Staten Island Ferry far away
Wine sounded fine but liquor was quicker
Unfortunately so was the sicker….

R J Schwartz
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “Wine is Fine but Liquor is Quicker

  • June 8, 2016 at 9:13 PM
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    If you drank all those cocktails I’m sure you’d be dead. lol Beautifully expressed of the morning after Ralph; brings back many an unpleasant memory. I often seek the oblivion of alcohol, but with age my body denies the possibility and it just makes me sick. Shame. Great work my friend.

  • June 8, 2016 at 9:59 PM
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    Ha ha ha – not my normal, really deep subject matter I know, but it kind of took a turn on its own….really never intended to be about cocktails, but ended up fun

  • June 9, 2016 at 10:26 AM
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    Hello RJ…so cleverly written from start to finish, what a ride! I don’t envy such a morning after, but you certainly captured the nature of the beast, with a humorous twist and a perfect closing line. 🙂 Enjoyed it! Thank you.

    Best,
    Mel

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