the sardonic alcoholic
as time drifts
it soars past years without pace,
the meaning falls behind
and confusion has drained me dry,
I close my eyes and listen
to the vivid memories of yesterday,
I feel separate and cauterised
unified and pleasantly undignified,
the yearn for death is only a slake wish
a brief punctuation of static prayer,
pictures that move ceaselessly rolling around
on the lips a wish for a life repaired,
(2014)
just a poem about alcoholism
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