Saturday, April 10, 2010


The flame licks the glass

And the green poison bursts to flame.

My nose catches the strong scent of burning

And I recoil

--If only for a second.

He chuckles,

I smile,

As the second flame makes contact with her wings.

This time I breathe it in

Anise touches the back of my throat,

Grips on

As if to hold the way for what's to come.

The third flame strikes

What's left of the green fairy comes undone

And as I drink her in

Our minds begin to grapple,

And in the midst of the struggle I realize

That I will never know if I won.


No secrets here. I drank some absinthe last night, and scribbled this out on a spare piece of paper while making the 40 minute stumble home at 4am. Couldn't think of a better title.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Alternative Eating

Lead paint diet
Tell me when
And send me back to work again.