i hope you know more to love

this is my ode to tequila… all from imagination, of course…

i hope you know more to love
than you seem to hate.
nights without winds,
vacuous tunnels,
unescaped,
and how you inhabit
these empty cells where
me mate to rehabilitate
this irrepressible intoxication…
and i drink you more and more
out of principle when i am
a hopeless drunk refining
my gluttonous need to burn,
burn, burn my esophagus
and tear my liver up!
i break for no rehab
nor stop the frequency
of tequila pouring
over shot glasses—
bully me all you want…
ain’t letting cherished
gold go to waste

poem©mrg 9/14/16