New Poem: Blueberry Ale

November 2, 2010

Here is another poem. It is part of the book titled: Love is a Donkey. Now for some interaction (should you choose to accept your mission.) from you all. The poem is titled Blueberry Ale (right now) but the wifey thinks it should be titled “The Art of Giving Blow Jobs”. What say you dear reader? As always any comments appreciated.


After the third bottle the topic turned to sex.
This was usually the case but never with so many people
mulled and munched veggies. The party should’ve been over.
Rick finished off the hummus by himself. It was thick and homemade.
We found him on the toilet a joint in one hand and the other knuckle deep in the bowl.
“At least he’s not jacking off again” Johnny offered. He was right.


Two years from now he’d jump off a highway over pass.
His body smashed through the windshield of a brown Taurus.
He always had to take someone down with him. A pocket full of peach schnapps’
I got drunk at his funeral. “I always hated smooth tongued Johnny Ray.” I quipped
to the pretty girl at the bar. I undressed her with my eyes.
It turned out to be his sister.


At one point I must have met her. She may have even been at the party.
Pieces of poetry and scraps of art were thrown about.
It was the last of its kind. The only one where we were all friends and artists
If we had known that it may have changed things.
Of course in the end we’d still be high and debating the art of blow jobs.


Sundays with Ginsberg

October 22, 2010

I know. I know another cheapy post with a poem. Those of you who hate poetry I’m sorry. I’m working on some new posts and hope to have one up this weeked–or at least something. Until then have a great Friday and again any thoughts (good or bad) welcomed.

Sundays with Ginsberg

 
Pockets and pockets filled with pills.

We dined on tables, made of trash cans turned upside down;

to see the truth in everything. Poems and cognac covered the ground.

We ate our weight in chicken wings and

left finger shaped BBQ stains on the couch

oozed with bodies as the sun rose and slept crept in the window

witches were drawn in ashes. I named mine Piqué.

It started a chorus of boos and murmurs. She was the bell of the ball

-ed up condoms became art. And when my wife called I almost always took it.


A gem in the hand

September 23, 2010

So quite a few have asked that I post my writing here. I’ve sort of been a little iffy on posting stuff such as poetry here, because I don’t want you to get your grubby hands on it.

Just kidding.

Or am I?

I am just kidding. “When the hell aren’t you?” you may be asking and to that I say: I don’t know.

*cries*

Anywriting the request for it have been nice and makes me feel good. I was unsure as to put it on here because I didn’t want to force feed poetry (or other writing) down readers throats. I mean some peeps just don’t dig on the poetry and that’s not okay you jerk faces okay. If you don’t I’m sorry. If you do well gold stars to you (I love all of you anyway.) Sometimes I will provide notes to the poetry on when and where (perhaps shading why) it was written and etc…

All that being said any and all feed back is appreciated. Really it is.With that said jump on board and let us take a ride down poetry lane!

A gem in the hand

He shook awake. / His dream fresh / sweat on his brow. / The cave empty / stomach tight. / He stepped out of his cave. / Relieved his bladder in the bush / and choked / there was no moon / plucked from the sky in his dream / that felt like a nightmare. / He could see the hand / still and strong / a face on its thumb. / it flicked / opened and swallowed it whole / moments went by before he closed his robe / but did not move. / blinked. / once. / twice. / but the dark purple remained / moonless / he cried / “was it me father?” / he called out. / Only an owl answered from a distance.


Jefferson’s Reserve Bourbon Barrel Stout

July 13, 2008
jefferson's reserve bourbon barrel stout

tasty

Jefferson’s reserve bourbon barrel stout

Malts used – Special Pale, Wheat, Chocolate, and English Roast Barley
Hops used – Northern Brewer & English East Kent Goldings
ABV 8%

The name itself is a mouthful, and for me a personal record; for longest beer name that I’ve tasted. There isn’t much in the way of first impression. The bottle doesn’t really give much of a hint of what you’re getting. There’s no description of the beer on the label other than ‘stout aged in bourbon oak barrels.’

From the Bluegrass Brewing Co website: Delicately aged in “2005 Bourbon of the Year” Jefferson’s Reserve small batch barrels for approximately 60 days. The malt sweetness is perfectly balanced by the roast barley and a nice hint of bourbon flavor and aroma. The bourbon barrel stout was first brewed December 22, 2005.The McLain & Kyne Distillery has been a family owned since 1977. With their focus being on producing high quality Bourbon, the family hand selects new white oak barrels that are deep-charred for proper aging.

Jefferson’s Reserve Bourbon Barrel Stout ( which from now on I will call Jeff’s Reserve or maybe Jeff’s BBS) pours dark and opaque. It appears to be a thick dark beer like many Imperial Stouts. It’s a little lighter than a majority of them though and it did pass the wife test. There was only a hint of the wrinkled forehead look when she sipped it. The head is a frothy tan color that drops almost at once, leaving a vague memory of it’s presence behind. The body has a creamy consistency you feel in your mouth and had dark malty color. Out of the snifter rose a pleasing distinct aroma of bourbon, oak and the hint of a light pipe tobacco. There was also a perfect hint of vanilla in the nose. The flavor (actually flavors) is the strong point of the stout. The combination are complex yet subdued. On first sipping your taste buds are met with a roasted, chocolaty tinge. A bold bourbon sweetness mingles with a dark chocolate and, both are a nice contrast to the subtle tartness. The feel inside the mouth is creamy and delicate (very thin) leaving behind a smoky aftertaste.

Critiques: For a stout it is little thin and the head is a bit too understated. Jeff’s Reserve’s palate was more like a porter than a stout. It has too slight of a mouth feel and a body more light to medium than thick. Unlike in Hollywood with our stout thin ain’t in.

Overall, I’d have to rate it an 8 out of 10. Jeff’s BBS is a complexly favored beer that is very easy to drink. It goes down smoothly and the aroma is rather pleasing. This offering from Bluegrass Brewing Company is a tasty choice anytime of the year. I really don’t go in for the whole wheat in summer stout in winter spiel. At 8% ABV it’s on the higher end when it comes to American Imperial stouts. It can be a bit pricey at $9.99 for a four pack, but really what isn’t pricey these days?


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