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Getting a bottle

of Grand Mernier

for a Christmas gift

& my memory

immediately jolted back

to 11 years ago

when I got drunk

on Grand Mernier

and threw up.

It was a pretty

intense, drunken night

that one was.

And the sudden jolt

of expectoration unplanned

is intense memory

as I flash back

to those young, wild nights

That was back

when you thought

you were king;

the lion in the jungle

And each evening

possessed a certain air

of possibility

in the knowledge

that anything was possible.

but now you’re older

& much, much wiser

and I’m sure I’ll be

a little more judicious

in my consumption now

but the immediate feeling

of illness was numbe

by the memory of the taste

Yeah, it was

some really awesome shit;

great tast and nice kick

Of course, I don’t

abuse it anymore

but occasionally 

a good kick in the ass

really hits the spot

(hope you’re not offended

by long, pointless, meandering jams.)

and nowadays

one kick a night

seems to be

all that I can stand

I guess the Rimbaud thing

should be beginning

to wane about now.

and another day lapse

and I move further

and further away

from the past

and navigate new wisdoms

that I didn’t once have

at any previous point

in this game

Moderation can be fun

once in awhile

just don’t tell Bill Blake

I told you so.

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