It is late afternoon and I have a coke and bourbon over ice in hand.
Butter is melting and the popcorn blossoms from dry kernels.
Carefully, I fill the glass to the proper line, add ice, then coke.
I wait for the bubbles to deflate, add more soda if needed
Try to watch the report on the legislature but they are all liars and cheats.
I flip over to the Food Network and watch chefs on Chopped.
All day, I dug a hole, deep and dark, and fell in. That first swallow
goes down so smooth, the hole begins to fill and I climb up and almost out.
No matter that the drink will clamp my brain in a vice, a knife stab my eye,
for now, I will enjoy the oaken liquor going down slow.