drunken drinking dropping head
and beer after beer the stomach is fed
holding on to warmth and the edge of sanity
having it out with the words and the boasts of vanity
alcohol you have me tainted and swayed
feeling in the end somehow betrayed
to act like a person more or less than who I be
could it be all just an illusion to me
and one more time I take to the bottle
spinning in this light-headedness full-throttle
loving every moment of careless abandon,free
to fly in beautiful, wonderful, heated ecstasy
and never hope for more,
at least in that moment.
alcohol, when it comes knocking,
insistently, at the door
of conscience,
I find myself answering
unable to ignore
its heyday of wonderful
and its thrumming blood tune.
when I wake
I will say
that it was
and not regret.
