Whisky Moment

~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER! And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying gigolos This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue Holy breeders trying to change my shoes Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub I am drunk-- in his eye, He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness I am drunk-- in her eye, She has a sick confession of subconsciousness Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood Tonight I will legislate a special thanks Holding up my cup, until death finds my note I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright I will not jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT) The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say "Give me Poetry, or give me Death!" by: PD