The Perfect
Storm
"Where did it come
from
& how did they get
it?"
was the refrain
medical
examiners like
homicide
detectives
pondering
imponderables, demise
of
'the slant six', a half
dozen
homeless drunks
pooled
resources contained
by
brown paper bags & a
half
pint of pure white
lightning,
the idea was drop a shot
of
clear stuff into the
devil's
own brew and they'd
be
doing a Tango on Main
Street
though it turned out to be
more
of a Heartbreak Tango,
an impromptu Conga
line
with Old Mr. Bones,
pure
alcohol sent straight
to
the brain inducing a
perfect
storm involving two
hemi-
spheres, a free fire zone
of
imploding, already soft
with
drink, tissues, one last
massive
cerebral event, 'haven't
seen
anything like this since
that
short lived grain alcohol
craze,
at least they died with a
buzz on'
smacked in the face by a
killer wave
Liquid
Oblivion
Their lives could
be
measured in shot
glasses,
all their time
spent
on barstools or
lying
nearby, marked at
home
by rings worn
into
wooden coasters
straight
through & onto
surface
of bar top, he in
for
the long haul,
every
waking moment
not
spent in the
office,
engaged in
pursuit
of liquid
oblivion,
elixirs of
forgetfulness,
all the libations
from
lotus eating
land,
songs of sirens
annoying
distractions along
these
ragged shores of
his
own personal
Styx,
the little woman
along
for the ferry
ride,
fully
understanding,
following the
path
of liquidity was the
only
way she could go
with
him where he
needed
to go, black circles
under
their eyes likes tree
rings,
each new mark
another
year spent in
solitary
contemplation of the
end.
Flaming
Armadillo
His greased
monkey
shine t-shirt
sd.
PYROTECHNICS-
& it
appeared
as if he'd
been
sleeping in
one
of those
burn
barrels for
hazardous
waste or maybe
just manning
the
post that
started
the flame & had
become so
taken
with his work that
he
forgot to stand
back
behind that
caution
line or maybe
he
was on the way
to
an audition for
some
heavy metal band
as
a drummer with
a
name like
SPINAL
TAP, whatever
his
story it was
apparent
that if he
started
rubbing his
hands
together, you'd better
stand back.
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