BOURBON LINES

 

The silence defeated alas by the thought,

As I sit and envigour my concepts that's taught.

To create a new verse-with words not yet heard

uncompromising absence of cycedelia, perturb!

 

Amazed at the facts when I consider what sets me free

Adjusts and allows higher reality,

A pitcher or two of a chemical fame,

To bolster the and unleash my unwanted refrain.

 

But wait! Whats achieved by this insightful thought?

What did I do before the potion was bought?

I wrote this that's what!

Without so much as a sniff.

Albeit the flow was more like a drop.

Its not about time its about completing the prop.

 

I'll try it again at some later stage

When month overtakes the bountiful wage.

Until then i'll retire,

To my minds litany,

And release its potential with bourbon not tea.

Author's Note

Used to love to write after a really hot bath and a bottle of whiskey, However felt that I didn't want to depend on alcohol to lubricate my creativity, So with much frustration I sat down to force myself bereft of bourbon, I simply couldn't think of a subject to write about! So I wrote about not having a subject to write about, This is the result... Simplicity :-)