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Like The Vermouth in The Back of The Cabinet

written by: George Gad Economou

@GeorgeGad17

 

like the vermouth in the back of the cabinet,
no one wants to touch it bar a few brave brazen souls;

your lips forbidden fruit, they all dance around tequila and vodka,

the safe options. vermouth remains untouched, sans when wet martinis
are required.

down by the far end island of the dive, all alone,
just like that lonesome bottle in the corner of the middle shelf.

all around wild dances with the same old partners; Jim and Jack,
and Jose and the great Captain.

it’s alright, the vermouth (and you) say silently; one day, one fine day,

the burning soul shall walk into the goddamn dive. someone will
saunter in, go straight for what no one approaches.

it’s always the vermouth’s great hope—where’s the soul that’ll sink it
down like there’s no tomorrow and not just because there’re no
other bottles available?

George Gad Economou

George Gad Economou

George Gad Economou, born in 1990 in Athens, Greece, has a Master's degree in Philosophy of Science, graduating from Aarhus University in 2016. Currently, he resides in Athens, doing occasional freelance work just to get by.
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