Pink Drinks Poem by Robin Bennett

Pink Drinks



Just another trip to the Gulf Coast-
Me, slightly sober; accompanied
by a two bit friend higher than
the missing thirteenth floor.
Miniature casinos, happy to
play bridesmaids to a Vegas
wedding.

Come Saturday night, I began
to collect raspberries at the
bar. Barely thirty and searching
for fun amongst the humdrum
of it all, I began to drink pink.

With each shake, the bar keep
added more crushed berries.
Vodka and fruit and Biloxi,
my stand in for paradise.

My barstool began to buck
me off like a bull. My stomach
began to churn with disgust
over the color pink, stale
smoke, and ugly carpet.

The next day, I folded.
Pink drinks, gambling,
an high flying friends.
The hangover made
me do it.

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Robin Bennett

Robin Bennett

New Orleans, La USA
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