Pour Myself a Graveyard

April is the cruelest month
that is why it was assigned
National Poetry Month.

It is that three feet of snowfall
the day after the ski resort closes.

It is a thousand worst-case scenarios
within earshot.

It is the month a ferry breaks down
in the middle of Puget Sound

adrift in the grayness of heavy fog
hoping a cargo ship won’t ram it.

The fog is heavy with rejections
from faraway poetry editors
with form-letters a thousand times replayed.

copyright © 2023 Kenneth P. Gurney


A graveyard is
1oz. (30ml) Vodka
1oz. (30ml) Rum
1oz. (30ml) Gin
1oz. (30ml) Tequila
1oz. (30ml) Triple Sec
1oz. (30ml) Whiskey
1oz. (30ml) Scotch
Lager Beer
served in a pint glass.

Tipsy Bartender mixology

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