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This is a little rough but, I thought I would just share it anyway. Couldn’t hurt.

 

 

With a teasing, jocose smile, he stood

Grabbing the aging bottle of whiskey

from the cabinet

-this you will enjoy

He smirked

while his young companion watched with

a slow moving eye

Virgin to this form of advancement

he was unsure of what to do

His increment to the situation was nothing

short of bafflement

He watched quietly as the elongated

mass retrieved two short glasses

and returned to his company

Steadily, he watched as the brown liquid was

poured evenly into the glasses

Shortly, to no surprise of his, he was

handed a glass

-I can’t

he protested nervously

-it’s good for you

the man urged him

Earthquakes erupted in his hands as he took the glass

He choked down his first sip

Bemused by the smoothness of the elder liquor

he took another sip

-is this to your liking

the man asked with a voice smoother than the whiskey

-oh yes. Thank you it’s very nice

-good

he replied as he stood and removed his long black robe

-forgive me but it is a little warm

in here. I hope you don’t mind

-n-no, of course not

he responded nervously, trying to avert his attention from his exposed suitor

He finished his drink quickly

becoming intoxicated on the aroma alone

He looked up to see the man smiling sweetly as he traced the rim of his glass

-would you like another

He cooed seductively

-I shouldn’t. I’m feeling a little lightheaded

Ignoring his protest, the man poured him

another glass

-I’ll care for you if necessary

he assured him

There was an aftershock as he lifted the glass to his lips

His cheeks reddened as he pulled in the liquid greedily

-are you not having any

he hiccupped

-I am

he told him as he raised the glass to him slightly before swallowing it completely

-I think in will have another as well

he smiled as he poured himself another glass

The young man watched in awe as that glass was finished just as quickly as the first

-you’ll get used to it

He told him as he poured another glass

-finish

He instructed the boy

The boy did as he was told

He raised his glass to his lips and attempted to swallow it all his the older man did

He was unsuccessful in his attempt to finish his glass

Causing himself to cough profusely as the liquor trickles down his cheek

A deep, rumbling laugh erupted from the mans throat as he reached across the table and wiped the corner of the boys mouth and brought that finger back to his own lips

-try not to spill

He told him as he licked the remnants of the liquor from his finger

-im sorry, my mind was elsewhere

He apologized as he made second attempt to empty his glass of everything but air

This one being more successful than the first

he sat his glass down in triumph

Without asking he man began to pour him another glass

-no

He protested quickly

-I believe I’ve had enough

-nonsense

He replied slyly

-we’re just getting started

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You know that point when you feel like you’re stuck between being awake and asleep?? You lie in bed and you can’t seem to move even though you feel as if you are awake; however, you can still feel, see, and hear your dreams (namely the bad/odd ones). At that point you feel like you’re hallucinating or on a really bad acid trip.

When it’s over I usually like to write about because I feel that what you see can make an interesting poem.

This poem was taken directly from a dream I had during that awesome part of the night:

And she,
a kaleidoscope of black and white images, is in play before me.
Contorted,
the images shake.
She tilts her head
from side to side, watching me
moving quicker than my eyes could understand.
In a trance, I stand
and watch as her picture transforms

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Images of children
jumping on tables and swimming through shattered glass play before me.
One child smiles
a thousand smiles.
Its mouth stretches above its head,
engulfing the small being.
It is enveloped;
the muscles expand before me.
Flexing its huge grin,
it swallows the tiny life

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