I see a woman
Desperate to keep faith to an
Absent man of war.
I see a lone man
Rejected by a woman
Long lost long ago.
I see a couple
Sitting in a dark corner
Lost in lust and love.
I see the drunkards
Desperate for life
To take them away.
I see you through the window of a whiskey bottle,
I see you through the red lights,
I see you through the smoke of inebriation,
I see you through the drunken revelry,
I see you through the pain,
I see you through the dancing masses,
I see you through the delirium,
I see you through the empty sounds,
I see you through the loss,
I see you through the endless possibilities,
I see you through the end of time.
Preaching the word of inebriation,
For they are the living and the lost
Seekers of comfort.
For they shine In the night
Falling when the sun rises.
They are the Wanderers in the streets
Reveling in the shining and radiant filth.
Sipping the sinner’s delight.
The cities twilight.
Falling from the mountains of emotion,
Falling from the epic climb up cliffs and peaks.
I can smell piss,
It permeates the house and carpet,
It lives in the furniture, I clean and the next week returns.
Living day to day with minimal adult interaction,
Living in a house but unable to make it a home.
Longing for the inebriation and sweet forgetfulness of spirits,
Longing for times when the weight is still there, but considerably less.
Sleep comes in short bursts and then poor in quality,
Sleep brings good dreams, the only reprieve.
Tears in the early morning, before the sun rises,
Tears of self pity, emptiness, and loss.
Puke is always at the point of expulsion,
Puke is always fought back down, no time for that.
Saddened by the mental incapacity of the father,
Saddened by the hurt I’ve caused the ones I love.
Only by the will and strength of diapers both young and old,
Only for the love given and the smiles of my children.
The bar is crowded
The bodies are tightly packed
Laughter and sorrow
Sing and cry and dance through drinks
Of uncommon potency.
In a room of friends, old, new.
What stories will come
When the night arrives with drink
And the fear is forgotten?