I used to get drunk before meeting journalists
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

for Tim Adams

he's become more adult these days
tethered himself to just the shimmer of stars
instead of a burning constipation
brought about by one too many
spicy bloody marys

in him there is an inherent
bit of steel glinting
perhaps he was trying to cover it before
with just enough liquor to make it look glassy
like his eyes were pools without serious depth

but it's illusion
if you dived in
you could easily drown
although I seriously doubt
he'd allow that
not today
not in his eyes
no sir
no way

but he'll give you a taste
like cognac after good sex
and leave you to wish
for the whole damn bottle

 

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