They Say

there’s always
an eye opening
moment
before sobriety.

The first time
for me was the
morning after
waking up

having dranken
from the tank my
miramo moss ball
was floating in.

i remember
drunk as fuck

lifting the
cold orb
into my palms

and pouring
its contents
down my throat

until it was
nearly
half empty.

it could
have been
poisonous.

science

I am
my own
chemistry
set.

experiment:
how many
beers,
chili lime
potato chips,
and lemon
bubble waters
does it
take to
start a
volcano?

make ruins
parts
in you
left
that think
of him?

molten lava
each that
still wants,

memories
pompeii’d.

leave them

charred ash
still in
shape,
despite
themselves.

burned
alive
so quick
in place

they could
never
stand a
chance
to survive.

look,
but don’t
touch.

Timely

pray for Them

Every night
i drink,

and,
I mean

really


drink,

i forget
the gods
[aka
my organs]

arent
always
going to
forgive me.

the next
morning
after
desecrating
their
holy temples.

i beg
for
their
forgiveness,

“please,
take these
offerings
of nutrious
food items”

“i have
travelled
far from
the bed
i’d
like to
still be
sleeping
hungover in
to worship
you all,”

“please
cleanse me
of these
sins
of mine.”


Ordinary

102

Alcohol
Is finally
Celebrating
its Victory
In you.

Its Stuffing
Your arteries,
Thanksgiving turkey.

It will
devour you.

You set
It’s table
For it,

Every time.

Admitting it
entrance

To Course
Through you.

Your
Veins,

Its tiny Hop
Waterslides.

Please,
Stop testing
To see
how fast
That heart goes
before it
crashes into
it’s own walls,
Dead.

Otherwise,
You may as well
put the toe tag
on now.

You’re Seasoning
A home-recipe
of bad faith
–just right,

When you remind me,

“we
all
gotta die
of
something.”

I wonder,

Have you
ever heard of,

“Living
For something,”

instead?