Tequila poem, also the work in progress

I got Tequila in my ear,

It gave me goose bumps.

(so far, so good!)

I got Tequila in my rear…

(No!)

I got Tequila in my ear,

It gave me goose bumps.

I got Tequila that much nearer…

(good)

Rumps? Lovely Lady Lumps? Tequila humps?

We humped and humped?

(not really)

(but I do like Tequila’s ‘lumps’. ¬†mezcal’s smoky ‘rump’.)

I got Tequila’s ear in my mouth,

I like Mezcal’s rump.

It gave Tequila goose bumps,

I also like Tequila’s rump.

(done!)

I like Tequila’s lumps.

I like Tequila’s rump.

I like Mezcal’s hump and hump,

I like a drinky bump.

(extra credit!)

Tequila bruises

I like tequila.

I love tequila.

That is to say, I love my tequila.

‘I can feel it rollin’ right on down, right on down my throat,’ as the song goes.

I want to drink my tequila.

I want to bite my tequila.

I want to scratch my tequila.

And I want my tequila to bite and scratch me back and so tell the world…

But then, a bite

or

a scratch

will only last a while.

(my tequila heals quickly, or disappears)

I cannnot think about forever but

for now

I want my tequila.

That is to say,

I want my tequila.

Bites and scratches and world be Damned, I want my tequila

to bite

and scratch

and drink me back.

Icarus, I

I am not foolhardy Icarus, who flew too close to the sun.
I am Icarus, who saw something so worthwhile he took the chance, his life on the line.
I am Icarus’ life before he took the chance; I am Icarus’ life had he succeeded; I am Icarus’ life when he failed.

I am Icarus as he plummeted to the sea.