Who Has Ever Heard of a Heavy Drinking Writer?
Wine and liquor and beer bottles
keep cheering for the next word
to be colossal in omnipotence.
An unthinkable task.
One that’s harder and harder to
achieve in this recycled life.
So suffer the merriment of
self-medication, children’s lies,
panoramic bouquets of gore.
Like a drunkard falling down to
the ground carrying the burden
of someone else’s tribulations
and lightweight continuation.