:: Ode To The Lemon Slice::
Yellow lemon
Does dead man’s float
In the last gulps of my Corona
I have never been to Mexico
So, the glyphs on the bottle hold no meaning
I thrive on Jamison
And Irish Car Bombs
Pile of ashes
Half smoked cigarettes
Vintage Red Sox flame
In my nightgown on the deck
The flower pot smokes
My jaw goes slack
A big ass bug flies by
And brings me back to my drink
The lemon is no longer floating
Just a bit of mush
In the bottom of my Corona bottle
I guess my life doesn’t seem so rough
Rest In Peace Mr. Lemon
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Dreamscape Poetry 