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30 Day Poetry Challenge: National Poetry Writing Month

DAY 11

 

 

Anacreontic: Wine’s Fine, But Liquor’s Quicker

 

 

Wine gives me a raging headache.

Bittersweet, that first sip sours,

follows me and my lover to bed.

No whole lotta lovin’ goin’ on.

 

They say Tequila

makes her take her clothes off,

and Jack Daniels makes a

hard night. Wine’s fine, but liquor’s

quicker for a whole lotta lovin’ goin’ on.

 

I can reach for the Wild Turkey

over the feather pillow empty

of her head. Swig and smile

about the time I just had

another drunken memory

to replace her cause

she’s not coming back

to a whole lotta lovin’ goin’ on.

 

 

© 4/12/14 by Melissa Prunty Kemp

 

 

 

WHO PUBLISHES ME?

 

 

 

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