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VO and Ginger Ale
by Ken HarnischWhile I was away
She got married on national TV
I DVR’ed it, finally figuring out how
To run the silly machine that will keep a memory forever
Or at least until Apple comes out with the new I-phone 6.
There was no one to tell, no one to run to
And the meds I’m taking
Make it quite improbable I’ll be drowning my sorrows
In VO and ginger ales.
So I sat down to write my angst away
Knowing how good it feels to bleed
And thinking Fifty Shades of Grey
Had something to teach me about the gentler side of
Masochism and self-flagellation.
By the by I realized
Her fate was not my fault, or my doing
I could even plant the kernels of rationality
Inside my brain and decided, while thirsting
For the drink, that her happiness was
Trump to my miserable self-absorption
No one to tell that to, either
So like most self-revelations
I put it down in Word 97
And peered at it every which
Way from Sunday in quiet admiration.
Deciding at last that missing a little oval shaped pill
Every now and again was not such a disaster
If it helped me relive the pleasures of
VO poured over ice, mixed with Canada Dry Ginger Ale
After all
You die a million times in life
But, truly, you only live once.
08/11/2014 Posted on 08/11/2014
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/14 at 07:39 PM One of my favorite drinks in my younger days. My grown up son and I still tie one on from time to time, though now I prefer Crown Royal and water/ice as opposed to the bubbly, but he still prefers Canada Dry. Fascinating glimpse into your life, profound ending...and so true! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/11/14 at 09:38 PM Oh Chris, a man after my own heart. Crown on ice with just a drop or two of water. Ah! The message has too many similarities to life! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/14 at 11:03 PM Thanks George. I see a men's club starting up here. Me, you, and Ken can get feeling good on our favorite whiskeys, and chat on line somewhere like Facebook. No? :) |
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