Fine Brisk Wine

I don't care about the state of mind we're in. Let's drink to it.

 

I rifled through your fridge last night

     and uncapped your finest brisk wine

     so I could feel it worm through my layers

          veiny trapped void

The layers they had lied to me

     so I stole another last sip

     and stole myself more time to lie down

          myself therapy

We destroyed this bed I lie in

     with acres of finest brisk wine

     with daunting eyes of lazuli

          we won't blame them

If the eyes blight out like locusts

     I'd be homeless I'd be honest

     I'd be happy to be alone again.

          will you will you

 

          make a fine spirit out of us?