we love like wine
pignot noir
white zinfandel
a merlot --
aquired tastes
stored in a barrel
crafted from oak
strong, proud
we tell ourselves it gets better with age
we'll all drink from that oak barrel someday
but our good intentions...lost
from barrel to bottle
to cob-webbed cellar
and that's where it stays
locked away
for years
in the dark
fermenting
aging
getting old
collecting dust
wasting
when it should be tasted
should be drank
should be drunk
we should be drunk
some of us need more than others
so drink up
drink it like water
like your life depends on it
because it does
this one's zero proof
lucky for me, that's all the proof i need.
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if you read my comment on your earlier poem, i feel like this accomplishes idea of a central image which informs the rest of the poem. its a great one too - the wine barrel. you use some good wordplay and the way you move from wine as wine, to a human analogue, is well done and not forced. there's a great flow to the words too, and a subtle wit:
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should be drank
should be drunk
we should be drunk.
nice.