Piscator
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- May 30, 2003
- Posts
- 1,898
Gringo rides in on a broken bronco and orders Rye Whiskey
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
smoked honeysuckle drops sound amazing!The very chimney offers itself up to scrubbing by (well we don't know exactly. could be prisoners or fairies in overalls) in order to sparkle something tall and of adequate substance. Smoked honeysuckle drops in a commemorative mug for you!
as always I know where the alcohol is
..no idea how we both couldn't find it.
think i'll have a long, cool one![]()
that as an opportune stool, was it not?make mine a vodka on the rocks with a slice of lime, please
*pulls up a stool alongside harry*
yeah, how'd that work out for you?*Harry leans on the bar, taking the smallest of sips, then breathes in through lips as his eyes slide over to where the quality twat sits besides him.
--She's hot, Oldman remarked.
--Shut up, Oldman, ...I'm just here to have a drink, not pick up women
nah, you're here, aren't you? baretender *it's too chilly, put on some keks*..
Drinking alone again?
--So, what are you going to do, just sit there silently an drink? You could talk to her ya know.
--Fine, Oldman, If it shuts you up, I will.
*Harry turns, his eyes drop to the bar as hers meet his
"So, Chipbutty, about that comment you lost on 'Dark Spell' today ...what was it?"
Sits mumbling into my beer about the nominees for poetry awards are people I've never heard of ..........
..
yea, pour me one too. whiskey,neat, water back. greetings strangers.
Welcome Enchantment_of_Nyx
Pouring a slug of absinthe into a glass, adding a touch of water and passing it your way. Feel free to visit as your spirits so incline.
A dabbler (no poet) wanders in,
Merely a dilettante -
Just a word-twisting stanza dancer
Who found the the door unlocked.
My inspiration waxes and wanes,
Ebbs and flows, comes and goes
With the whims of insomnia
And the march of the hours.
I've submitted several poems, but I'm more of a poem-appreciator who wanted to say hi, and maybe watch a while. (This is what happens when you guys forget to lock the door.) I've seen some poems here that I admire, and thought it might be nice to say so, instead of being a silent verse-voyeur and creeper in the corners.
I enjoy meter more than rhyme, but I admire those who can manage both. The poets I most consistently enjoy are Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe, Kobayashi Issa, and Dr. Seuss, since I'm only human. Any inconsistencies in enjoyment are mine, not theirs.
..Its been awhile...
Anyway, may I have a tin of peas please?