Intoxicating

I never drank a single thing
Til I was 18
Even then it was smooth drinks
blended by my boo
spilling on tennis shoes
after summer days
under shades that made me feel so cool
before long steady hugs in sweaty clubs
preceding more than ready rendezvous
At twenty it was booze
with bad news rag-tag crews
with matching custom hats and tattoos
White Owls had us howling
as moonlight hit hoopdies
full of prowling young wolves wilding
but making moves
drop top Audi's and Yukons on shoes
Made us kings
Crowned by chrome
blinging after a daily clean
of the brake dust from the day preceding off my twenty twos
At Twenty Two
Its warm white wine
With my night time flings
half full glasses on nightstands
nothing to prove
Stages of all shades
and swagger in spades
different damsels different days
different views
A stony gaze
at skies in stony grays
fused with the lifting
of 40 ounce brews on lonely days
as tattoos fade in with the skin
homeys are few
Sweet brown liquor
loosens the sullen mood
or shots of white brighten the gloom
on topless nights
in gentleman's clubs
A young man rumbles
throws money and stumbles
grinning at the buzz
Drunk on love, life, life and love