2 shots = happiness

3 shots = love

 

While 4 shots will

make you Bukowski

or at least you think

so at the bar.

 

and 5 shots will

make you a genius

as you stumble

towards the mic,

as you mumble

something incredible

and all the other

drunks applaud

 

(and that none of them will ever remember)

 

and by 6 shots

you are invincible

and by 7 you are god

and by 9 you are just a poet

writing sonnets to the floor

 

“oh floor, beneath thy

porcelain sculpture

beautiful, my love,

 

the world spinning,

swimming around

thy sorry sorry

skull.”

 

fin.

 

__________________

 

~ R.M. ENGELHARDT  2013