Drink

It makes my feet wet
Drinking
Life
I have webbed feet

Like a mental eclipse
I realise
Be it in a room amongst friends or strangers
It all comes down to the silent epoch

My body is drenched in wine
My bare back runs with the sweat of fermentation
From my eyes
Once blue
Rain tears of alcoholic pain

Someone once said to me;
'I knew it was a good party, I woke up and the carpet was gone'
I woke up
And I was gone

A drink is like a kiss
A delicious kiss from some tantric lover
I wonder about wetness
And kisses
And demons
The waky-shaky kind
The kind between 100% proof tears
First thing in the morning
Needs not met
Everything becomes silent
And in that moment all selfishness is absolved

I have roses dying in a vase
I have a song dying upon my lip
Candles dripping
I am melting

Red pen
Red bills, eyes, glass bottom

Plastered upon a wall are photographs
All happy smiles
I am plastered in every one of them
A wall of smiles holds no pain
Does it?

Is not the greatest drink
That of ice cold water the morning after?
Is not the greatest journey the coming home?

Sometimes the bottle is so heavy
And my feet
My back
My heart
Are so wet

To wake to wetness in the morning
Not so good
Not so good