Chartreuse!

Poem written by cruelkindness

Hello, second glass this half hour...in my hand before the hour...

I thank you sacred mantis of monks in majestic lands that protect this potion of life

from the blue bloods internal stream of royal glowing flame that rein over my spirit

In my hand I have these secrecy of spirits that cast spells of delightful daze

with bright gauzy mist of ambient that ignite my soul's radiant lantern with force purpose

turning to strong illuminating chants of raindrop utters of majestic emerald hues

of surreal spices to elude the iced glass flourishing swirls of my sublime

my cup's soul of cubes wait again to float up in a kaleidoscopic cocktail

to continue In a sorcery of transitivity that keeps me in race to wait

on cubes to float again, certain they will further thicken these plots to escape my drinks.