The Idea-smithy

A few thoughts on alcohol…
Don’t drink and drive!!
Yes, I really do believe that! I don’t endorse rich brats mowing down pavement dwellers in their inebriation.
Okay, public service message done, I’ll proceed with my more mundane thoughts on inebriation. Every drink is unique as is every experience of drinking. For some of you who’re too smart [...]

Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together.
The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the center. I make a wry face so he concedes and lets me take the bright corner. The cafe isn’t even crowded [...]

Alone in a cafe, with a glass of white wine,
sitting next to a window overlooking a rain-soaked lake,
with Jean-Paul Sartre lying on my lap
Is that too much of a cliche? A cliche of what?
Sophistication
Boredom
No…Solitude. Detachment. Indifference.
Inside a cliche is the only place that a passionate person is disspassionate.

Poison,
Was laced into
The first glass of sweet wine you offered me
Since then even water tastes like fire
From betrayal is born vindictiveness
And for those of us who never forget
It is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb
You will always be the poison in my sweet wine