Liquid Days Poem by Scott Twombley

Liquid Days



In my washed-out years
When I oft cheated death,
I dwelled in a land
Where mangoes rained down
Like nymphets
From a cerulean sky
To keep me afloat
Among the turbid waters of life,
Their tangy and nubile flesh
My only meal on those
Long liquid days
When I was convinced
Of immortality’s existence
Somewhere
Near the bottom of my glass.

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