18 Whiskeys

        18 Whiskeys

    Tribute to Dylan Thomas

I raged at 11th and Hudson Streets

Conjuring a White Horse resurrection

Mirage hunter especially in the October winds

Listening for the raven's cough.

Is the light breaking where no sun shines

Or is the dying light swallowed by darkness.

The prisoner of happiness knowing love's first fever

Craving women with lips like Morphine

Drinking death under the table.

Last bastion of life's fragile gift

So here I toast my tribute of proof

Quite early this winter morning

To the rough and tumble poet from Wales

Now in Country Sleep.

Judge Santiago Burdon

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