bullet wounds

i miss alcohol

plodding along

on a secondhand eliptical machine

serenaded by murky lyrics

from a second generation ipod.

thoughts of failure leech back into my thoughts

the spider legs from my mind

daintily wrapping up the common sense portion

of my brain

before plunging the fangs into its meal

and sucking out the distilled rage.

it would be clear

like the best homemade moonshine

and taste like a fine sherry

i would gamble fifty years of life

for the promise of a few drops more.

there will always be an onyx cube

blocking the path of what was

and never will be again.

a new Eden

slipped through our mortal fingers

as easily as a few ripe slices of apple.

yet, there will be no Son this time

to pay for our ignorance in pounds of flesh

and buckets of blood.

no, the debt is now ours

and the payment has only begun.

 

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

Sobriety is your reward for strength and hard work. Although facing life on life's terms is never easy , the gratification is priceless. The lessons learned through sobriety become more valuable then ever a drink could be. This poem was written with great skill and is quite creative. I loved it.

Mr.Lopez