My crystal’s filled with sips & butts:
Jack Daniel’s nights;
and nicotinic songs are
colliding in tectonic aftermaths
towards the morning afterward.
and there, as ashtrays brimming
with lip-sticked filter-tips
Your lips are crimson cuts
of yawns that begs with ifs & buts
for yet a trip towards
the poison of another night.
Bert Stern
Linked to the Mag
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June 21, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bjorn, you must have all your female readers in constant need of cool showers….wowza!
“You’re too sexy for your poems, too sexy for those words, too sex-y”…
This poem makes me want to brush my teeth! Smiles.
love the way you describe that and play with the words
Very vivid! I like the last four lines best.
You win the best-poetry prize with this bit of perfection:
“Your lips are crimson cuts
of yawns that beg”
Ooooo – you’ve done this well!
But a sweet poison ….
ah…..the night.
Very enticing imagery, I love that the rhytm and the cadence do not diminish for a second when I read.
Crimson cuts caught hold of me. Decadent nights coming ahead…
“the poison of another night”—that is exactly what it looks like these two are tripping towards…..great interpretation here, Bjorn!!
I love the finer details of this piece – the lipstick stained cigarette butts.
Its all good til you wake up..
and wonder where you are. Ha.
the echo of butts and buts at the end makes for an interesting
interplay.
Sounds like morning after a passionate night
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Gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to… something. I like this snapshot (and too feel the urge to brush teeth, hah)
Tectonic aftermaths! Perfect words for this scene!
A very enticing piece 🙂
Well penned!
Towards ‘the poison of another night’ and how blissful it is going to be!
Hank
nice , i luv the word play
have a good Tuesday
much love…
sips and butts and ifs and buts… divine!
Beautiful, dark, smoldering… It picks up speed toward the end, like the moment before sobriety – before the hangover – and then the moment when that After is forgotten. Great work.
Brought to my mind the time I woke up after hosting a New Years party to find my basil plant on fire on the porch… The pot melted into the wood, and all but the bitchest of cigarette butts had already burnt to ash.
sizzling!
This is done magnificently – and with a cracking title.
How you bring back my misspent youth! (Sigh)
The slip-slide hit and miss blips (as in short crisp sounds) of rhyme and bleeps of alliteration – pack a gritty, street vibe wallop that – given the content of the piece – is beyond awesome!
Awesome take!
“crimson cuts”…delicious.