Posted on April 18th, 2013
A slow, rolling terror
had me reaching for a
Slowly, terroir tried its best
to take the place of a
The half-life was too short;
brine, adrenaline, made me cry out
Having my fix, and wanting to mix,
down went the Fino, and a Benzo!
And if I must (and I must) pick an agonist
for intensification of the effects,
Fo sho, Oloroso.
Amber waves of ocean syrup,
nuts, berries, grains, and tangs to which
You can’t say no.
And, now, Oloroso translates to
“OH GOD, MY LEGS DON’T WORK”
Dios mio, dios mio.
Just sit for a bit and cast off your FitBit,
you’re going to be here for a while
as you know.