Wine Not?

By D. T. Adams

Fifteen poems about a wild night out drinking and getting merry

 

Alcohol has the amazing ability to bring about changes in a person. So many of us feel the urge to drink it and become more fearless, hyperactive and daring. 

 

The main character in Wine Not? craves alcohol and likens it to rocket fuel. His desire to get drunk is strong and he's always excited about nights out. All he wants is to let loose and have the best time ever.

 

However, he has to beware of the temptation that comes with alcohol. He may enjoy a night of chatting to new people and dancing to his heart's content, but there's always consequences. People take embarrassing photos, his memory fails him and his body punishes him with a hangover. 

 

Is alcohol a treasure or more like a poison?

 

If you enjoy thought-provoking, reflective writing about a popular pastime, you're sure to like Wine Not? and its poems on drunken frenzy.

 

Buy now and see what the main character makes of alcohol after his epic night out.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: D. T. Adams
• Release date: Oct 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215940396

Book preview

1. ROCKET FUEL

It’s an amazing substance with magical, 

Transformational properties.

It’s a liquid that gushes down my throat 

And winds its way through my body,

Enhancing my very being 

And exaggerating all aspects of my personality.

I liken it to rocket fuel

And I crave it wholeheartedly.

Imbibing that sweet, precious alcohol 

Unlocks parts of me that have long lain dormant.

They are stirred,

They awaken,

And they come to the fore.

These parts of my essence are now unfettered,

No longer bounded by nerves or fear.

They’re temporarily unleashed 

And are free to exult in their liberty,

Running riot and making the most 

Of the few hours they have,

Causing merry chaos.

With them unlocked,

I’m able to act and speak without restriction.

Reservation, filters and decorum 

Are all left behind.

The fuel both thrills and enthrals me;

It amazes, delights and astounds me.

I’m an adult man living my life 

In a tiny parcel of the Earth’s land.

Yet when the rocket fuel starts affecting me,

I begin to feel as if I’m floating away from it.

Gravity holds my corporeal side down,

But nothing can prevent my mind 

From rising higher and higher into the sky.

The more fuel I consume, 

The more altitude my mental side gains,

And the further away from my regular persona I get.

When there’s a copious amount of alcohol

Coursing around inside me,

My mind tells me 

I’m beyond the bounds of the atmosphere.

It wants me to believe I’m somewhere far away 

From man’s humble abode,

And that I have so much more 

To explore, discover and take in.

I’ve passed the sphere of Earth 

And everything that lies within.

I’m somewhere new, somewhere infinitely vast.

Whenever I’m in this drunken stupor, 

I always want more alcohol, more rocket fuel.

There’s already a significant amount of the stuff in me,

Powering me up and sending me soaring into space.

There’s so much potential, 

Far too much for me to experience in my lifetime.

If my body could tolerate it, 

I would consume more of the exhilarating fuel

And travel even further away from everything down below,

Setting off on a trajectory into the depths of space,

Venturing into the unknown.

I have an innate