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blessed tequila bottle
by Maria Francescathere are no librarians in there,
telling me to shush
or scolding me for late returns.
there are no bills in there, either,
or late notices
or final warnings;
no yapping neighbor-dogs
or blinking check-engine lights;
no disappointing report cards,
no traffic jams,
no inscrutable bosses
or unflattering swimsuits.
there is only
an ocean of oblivion in there,
held in check
by an easily defeated
screw-on cap;
that,
and a dead
and grinning worm.
02/24/2007 Posted on 02/25/2007
Copyright © 2026 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 02/25/07 at 07:39 AM AMEN. I am not religious but I do believe if we prayed to tequila I think I could manage to save some time on Sundays for giving back...~JPP |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/26/07 at 04:25 PM Wonderful imagery..... |
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