Death in the Afternoon

I drink a cocktail of moonlight.

Steep the canyons,

oh so neat.

Left behind a pony~

short legs (about 4),

lug'n its cargo~

still, I'll take the rail

on the rocks,

or I'll be fixing with

Death in the Afternoon.

Straight up, and

stemmed with intentions.

Drenched in dark.

I'm reach'n for my limit,

in a twist

I hear the free flow'n falls;

sip it up,

take it in.

Still~ my usual,

I stay dry; bit fashioned.

But here in this moment,

I'll just drink another cocktail of moonlight.

~Jessi (poem and image)