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Thank You For The Drink

As you percolated through the sieves
With an impassive watchfulness -
A sentry intoxicated by distress
For a comrade's fluttering sense
I waved my wrist noncommittally
And dragged my panacea wistfully
Dispensing your endeavors futilely
For you, and the rest of my everybody
Is my artillery, my only affinity left
And I will not tarnish you with my disease
I shall keep you unstained and purged
From my awry and foible soliloquy

So fret not for my erratic smiles
For I will soon succumb to your lulls
And wrought not your fist to rubble
Staring daggers at my tormenters
Because my demons are selfishly mine
And my lugubrious suppurations
Will soon decay like everything
Girdled by beauty - these ephemeral things
That slid from my fervent grip;
Haul not a defense for me
For the things that devoured my faith
Are the things that still hold it
Dislimned by the charades
Augmented with this blind harlequinade

With all the lost perchance I've seen
I have learned to subsist inside a bastion
Disembogued of the effluent phantasms
That cloyed the bountiful fingers
Flimsily holding the floodgates inside

This is not my decline to your exhuming
This is I shoving you away from the putrefaction
Skylarking inside the vaults of my shadows
Tis' I veiling a safeguard unto my cards
So when I can gamble once more
I will hold you in my hands
Without the dire need to shuffle

For now, I thank you for the beer,
The inebriation and the nights
Spinning over bottles and smokes
The concatenating links that groped
Hard to haul me out of this mire
And all that was thin to be seen
By the eyes of the treacherous world.

poem by Norman Santos
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