Literature
Literary Speakeasy
I’ve lived a thousand worlds
within great writer's words
I've stumbled through countless realms,
not just my own, but those hidden—
etched in the whiskey-soaked pages of sages,
where Homer's ghost howls, undeterred.
I've climbed Himalayan peaks,
trudged Thoreau's wild woods,
and danced barefoot on time's gritty shores,
swaying with Vonnegut and Orwell.
Beyond the sky's azure curtain,
aboard Melville's cosmic barstool,
I charted astral courses through nebulous taverns,
finding solace in Asimov's binary banter.
To the earth's molten core I descended,
Verne's visions swirling like bourbon,
and through the kaleidoscope of my mind,
I glimpsed Tolkien's eternal pub crawl.
The great thinkers—Aristotle, Plato—
their wisdom served neat, no chaser,
and the poets, their souls unfiltered,
Shakespeare and Rumi, their verses poured.
In vino veritas—the truth spills forth,
Hemingway's whiskey tango foxtrot,
while Poe's raven perches, brooding,
a phantom sentinel on my fire escape.
Now, let’s
