Whiskey of Life

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I could love too much too much
whiskey. Better than I have loved
too much too much, but I love just
enough, or maybe a little more.

With six or seven water drops, rain
through wildfire smoke. Otherwise
neat, no otherwater otherwise.
Could love too much too much

smoky water in my wishkey.
I wish in the key of the water of life,
and love too much too much
living for water that is the whiskey

of it. It almost sounds too much like
tomb much. O poetry, O auditory typo,
homophonic errancy, rum dumb
death whiskey, water, fire, waterfire life.