The Bleakest Bordeaux

This poem is written for the Late Night Poets June 25th Into the Darkness Radio Show. This is an adult show, so be forewarned this poem contains adult themes.They will be trying recreate an old horror radio show-style atmosphere, so I plan to do a voice recording of my poem sometime before the show, and I will be sure to share it here. I feel like this tale still needs a bit of something here or there, so any comments greatly appreciated. Enjoy a glass of “The Bleakest Bordeaux.”

A braless Bordeaux
after a straight-backed day.
Maria wilted and her beauty abscised,
the petals of her blood-soaked roses
destined to wither and die.

A beardless Bordeaux,
a waiter from the Riva Rosa,
got her Cologna in his naso
escorted her home on tipsy toes;
so a terminal tryst often goes.

A benzo Bordeaux
pinched in for pleasure,
Maria never measured
milligrams of powdered treasure
blurred her form while he undressed her.

A bareback Bordeaux
lapping up the high-tide ride,
pala di casada pole stays rigid,
swirling the canals inside,
giving her the full gondola ride.

A Baudelaire Bordeaux,
forevermore drunken,
features sunken by the sloppy canal,
he swayed her sideways with forceful strokes
before his flooded heart drowned.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

“Be always drunken.
Nothing else matters:
that is the only question.
If you would not feel
the horrible burden of Time
weighing on your shoulders
and crushing you to the earth,
be drunken continually.”

Baudelaire “Fleur du mal”

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