Things That Remind Me #54
Alcohol is a writer’s fuel.
Releasing heartfilled nonsense whether nice or cruel
Emotional liters or thinking and thoughtless freedom
With countless drinks drank from perspiring glasses with them
With cold numbed blindness to confessions professed
or highly guided verbal violence from the warming body you posses.
A flask is a writers best friend
Hoping the mess of the human they has become twist the mislead and frightened words out their tongue to the tip of your ear.
Fear withers and hindered thoughts quit their quivers.
Sadness and misery temporarily begin leaving me as I get a delivery
A bottle is an writers only friend.