Andrew

"recovering!"
bellows the alcoholic
as he pushes away
what matters most
in exchange for the
p***y drink
virgin
and orders it on the
rocks
he sits there as his
best friends toast
and sees himself
five years or so
ago
but he knows
a sloppy 30 year old
is less
less than attractive
when hugging counters
and hitting on waitresses
but he misses the
warm sensation
in his stomach
as it spreads to his
chest
and clutters his mind
so he sips
and shutters
pretending to feel the
moonshine illuminate
his insides
he twirls the umbrella
in touch with his
feminine side
as his friends order
miniature glasses
and the room fills with laughter
but he's not laughing
he supports the cause
that commited his suicide
and took his dignity

bedside
alley-stroll and
he places his pals inside their car
as one kisses his cheek
sloppily
"i love you man"
he's far too drunk
and the sober one returns the
love
pictures the crash
and accepts the blame

years too early

and
minutes too late
 

Reviews

[deathcabxcutiex]

i. love. this.

[Dimpe]

"pictures the crash
and accepts the blame
years too early
and
minutes too late"

Oh what things addiction does to a mind. I loved this poem, partially because of the relationship of the subject.