Whiskey Pete Poem by Kevin Patrick

Whiskey Pete



Whiskey Pete you're quite the treat
Immobilizing patroness to third degree burns
Military issue- first rounds for insurgents
Civilians get the tab, for hospital mistresses
Children's skin blister doppelgangers syphilis
Their flesh hangs mauve with a viscous mucous
No next semester, when doctors can't cure it
Hemoglobin's sun stroke with your gin and tonic

Whiskey Pete your ambrosia reeks
Profiting mercy that is extra for beating
During first rounds under combat bordellos
Opening doors made a killing in Fallujah
New customer victims, malt a poisoned chalice
Wailing mothers in Hijabs, beg grief for virgins
Towards a sky that is hollow to pleas on the inside
This smell of success is white man's crime

Whiskey Pete know one has you beat
When it comes to hangovers for organ failures
Its military justice like a good junkie's conscience
Made in America, with no warning labels
Don't attempt to drink it, without life insurance
Perfect pick me up, for an embalmed dermis
It's a popular beverage open to all ages
Exported to nations, for Greek libations

Lungs filled with charcoal fires palpitating
Hearts disintegrate under dormant wailing
A Toddler breath silent in Mickey Mouse shirt
That's engraved in his flesh; he fidgets where he's perched
Play it again Sam check his pulse on more time
Dots shift in static drift further downward on the line
Until nothing moves but the tears of empty fathers
On cauterize cherubs, engraved in bonded plaster

Thanks whiskey Pete there's know one like you who competes

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Whiskey pete is the name for white phosphor used on civilians in
Iraq, its suppose to be illegal but like everything military the truth is always complicated
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