Drunk and Sour (Manifesto in a Whiskey Bottle)

Deco Café, Downtown Inverness


Sober, sour

cotton mouth,

tongue sore—

a poem found in

a whiskey bottle—

a manifesto.


Half done—

finish it with fingers

up and down

its backbone.


I pull meaning from

worried expressions,

and damp hands—

wastelands made of love.


To Lovers:

learn about posturing,


and singed skin—

broken bottles on



To Goners:

learn of our

confederate sins,

bubble-wrapped and

razor thin—

drunk, sour:

the weakened resolve

of a hungover coward.



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