Whiskey Time Warp

Expanding outwards through the haze. Darkness and light collide. Overthrown the heavens. Cast out the gods and apparitions of night. Slipping away into the quiet embrace of a midday college bar. Brain matter afire with anger and hate and regret. Wet my tongue with well whiskey to kill the cotton mouth of guilt. Choke down the bitter taste until the thirst is quenched and the fire subsides. And I can find myself lost in the hours of the day. Entombed by my heart. I separate my soul with drunken pity. Wallowing in the filth of loneliness I close my eyes and pretend you are here. Yet the laughter doesn't come. It's different somehow to a drunkards ears. And so I sink deeper into an ever empty glass.

Weakened knees no longer hold the weight of my shame. Frozen here in this main street bar retracing plans we never made. Lighting Marlboro Reds and watching silently as the smoke dances towards the sky. Demonic entities to harvest my eternal soul. Head in hands I laugh in the face of the Biblical Devil. There is no soul here left to steal. It's lost somewhere. Solitarily confined in the ribcage of despair.

I tap the bar and continue this binge of self pity and rage. Ice clinking against a chipped low ball glass. Drank in like the forgotten scent of you. Swallowing hard the liqour and the tears. Longing for time to surpass the years. A whiskey time warp to brighter days.