Art In Rum and Belgian Beer

It's impossible to step outside of alcohol. It's like finding a new road map, curious and invigorating, Until you wake up to the old, brighter consciousness. The binging of drink is Life Immobile. The non-creative dream-state of Fools and heart-ache. I write such a thing in such a state. Art in rum and Belgian beer. Art with chamomile and wounded cheer. Art underground and minted and cold. Art in heaven with cellulose toes. Art in art with hearts and charts. You get the picture. Of a car. It's just a bunch of parts. On the ground. You make your shape and I'll make mine. You stay sober, I'll get the wine. We're all swimming together anyway, Some just smile as they drown. Others breathe, wearing a frown.