used to be my number one
killer
of brain cells,
other than watching
television,
especially MSNBC.
vodka or gin
did the deed.
apple
martinis in particular
with a slice
of green
granny apple on
the rim,
coated with brown
sugar.
one vigorously shaken
ice-cold martini
would make me wise
and philosophical.
full of Dylan Thomas
poetry.
two would
make me flirtatious,
ala Bill Clinton,
perusing young interns,
pretty and naive,
and three
would
put me to sleep like
a choke
hold from a cage
wrestler
putting on the squeeze.
i'm drinking milk these
days.
A-2 whole
from the local farmer
creamery,
so the world is safer now
without martinis
inside of me.
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