Bourbon On The Rocks

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #505

Words:  game, shock, overshadowed, wicked, rock, fleeting,
        sounds, stick, glass, sugar, hand, shots

Could use a shot
of bourbon 
on the rocks
in a thick cut glass.
Hand me one, sugar,
would you?  A wicked
time has passed.  At
last we are less over-
shadowed by shock
over the fleetingness
of life.  It is not
just a game.  Now,
sounds sizzle in the streets,
shops welcome customers.
Laughter is kiting to
the sky.  Besides, I am weary
of suffocating in a mask
that sticks to my lips.
Bring me some chips,
and a shot of bourbon
on the rocks.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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