POETRY: BAD Bitters and Quacking but Not Ducks?
(Rough draft sketch of the cover for The New Wasteland: An Esther & Jonny Story from my forthcoming book of short stories More Bad Stories ) BAD Bitters Another whiskey in another glass Pondering... drunken confidence reassures That all those that embrace thoughts The one's we are scared to cast That should be obscured Are "owned by me, only" though mine not bought I know that it is hubris and delusion Someone else would sell theirs more likely than not I am not wedded to any conclusion Then I think of the long nights... What I did to name this madness institution! I cannot help but feel suspicion and fright Because of the thoughts, the vane thought, wrought But I know it is not true, at least not verily Put down my drink and stay on my path Create! Control my power! No matter the "bad thoughts" others have Guard my words more warily And not be sour Quacking but Not Ducks? *Quack *Quack *Quack I hear three duck...
