A Brief History Of Getting Smashed
Emotion is chemistry, and alcohol
is love ― here especially, or anywhere tropical.
Tonight we will get drunk like scientists, our heads bursting
with untested theories, facts
whizzing past our eyes
and into the sunset.
We don’t care. Without fear or forethought,
we gaze into the magic heart of things. Reality
is what we see when we close our eyes,
sure as physics, sucking us in
like gravity. If you lie flat out
and stare straight up at the stars, you will get dizzy,
but all that whirling still makes sense somehow.
God is a dry martini, shaken not stirred.
Proof is a toothpick
piercing the olive of the world.
Einstein understood: the faster you go
the heavier you get.
Intoxication is a formula
that escapes to infinity.
Jeff Klooger
http://walleahpress.com.au/FR37Klooger.html
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2 comments:
this is one is a beauty
reach and intoxicating
Ash, i am happy you get your hands on this one.
...This is an excellent poem on so many levels. Hilarious and very well written. Thanks for sharing!
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