Alcohol and Weed - Brittany Lehman
You’re a strong
glass of aged whiskey
or a decadent bourbon
on the rocks.
Something hard, full
of rich flavours
that get me
drunk every. single. time.
When you ask me
for a drink,
I’ll drown you
in sweet wine,
or a tall glass
of my finest fruit cider.
We’ll finish off
with double hits of marijuana
back to back.
Strong liquor
and fruit drinks don’t mix,
but I forget to
remember,
and the weed
just makes me hungry for more.
Tomorrow, I know
I’ll regret.
You are my greatest high, and my worst hangover.
You are my greatest high, and my worst hangover.
3 comments:
I love how the turn in this poem takes us as readers from the height of excess to the poignant sting of regret.
I also really enjoyed that opening line. Aged whiskey has so many ideas and conceptions attached to it that I feel it makes for a powerful metaphor.
Ha! Duly noted.
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