on my tongue
that sweet bliss
of Irish
melting away
what once was
and still is
not to be forgotten
as I move along
this worn path
toward all of you
long gone
except from my heart
my heart
my heart
whiskey
this night
whiskey again
this night
this night
looking for sleep
it eludes me
so whiskey again
this night
this night
whiskey
Malibu, 1978: for Maureen
the cable car
up
the Pacific
below
white wine
clean chicken bones
espresso
bourbon
a breeze
to cool
one’s heart
so very long
ago