BLUE BOTTLE OF VODKA
I found an empty blue bottle 'American made'
vodka, branded by fellows and drunk by a
crew. They'd left it, as an empty, telling
stories all its own on a tidy window ledge.
And oh, those potato eaters, potato drinkers,
what have you : those tales they could weave.
Stories of evil and dogs, mothers with donkeys
and hens. Fathers with cleavers and friends.
-
'Nothing like this had ever occurred before' -
all tawdry bullshit too and they knew it so.
'My fine fellows', I uttered in imagination,
'everything has already happened, and
happened before and already. And I'm
not even drunk with your peppered
elixir.' We all left it at that, and they
stammered away. I've got their
blue bottle, now, in my hands.
I found an empty blue bottle 'American made'
vodka, branded by fellows and drunk by a
crew. They'd left it, as an empty, telling
stories all its own on a tidy window ledge.
And oh, those potato eaters, potato drinkers,
what have you : those tales they could weave.
Stories of evil and dogs, mothers with donkeys
and hens. Fathers with cleavers and friends.
-
'Nothing like this had ever occurred before' -
all tawdry bullshit too and they knew it so.
'My fine fellows', I uttered in imagination,
'everything has already happened, and
happened before and already. And I'm
not even drunk with your peppered
elixir.' We all left it at that, and they
stammered away. I've got their
blue bottle, now, in my hands.
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