(Will probably be edited over time as I get feedback. Also, give me feedback if you please, this is my first serious poem attempt pretty much ever.)
Sour Calvados
I left my personality out in the sun
my best qualities
inoffensive as apple juice
have fermented and spoiled
I slept in an oak cask
and now I am an after-dinner-drink
sticky over-sweet
sipped unsuspected
before dawn
the small o'clocks
when brandy fumes sting bleary eyes
confuse the coffee
question the cornflakes
you are convinced
That breakfast is not a chaser
but the sun is in hot pursuit
and I have no taste for tradition
embrace this flavor
share a fiery morning
we watch the world burn blue
I dig my day flambe
(I'm not quite a la mode)
cigar smoke at sunrise
you in a velvet armchair
me in a shallow glass
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