Bottom Shelf

Several ways and
several times
sweet yellow corn
has
transfigured and burned
down, thrown into
my throat with
a friction and
a speed.

A unique bitter
slime
back in the
back of my
mouth flushes, flushes
with fresh liquid.

You have to swallow again
and then you completely and
totally
taste it.

"Ah, bottom shelf as usual I see."

"Indeed sir, only the least fine."

And so you pour a little more
and let all the candles burn down
and soon
in cricket song
we'll sing
for the dawn.