Karma Flavored Whiskey

Wine rushes through these streets, Pulling me in and resting My thoughts on the sidewalk. The moon slaps me On the small of my back, Urging to search within my blood. The street is breathless As I lift the bottle And shower over myself With sins. My knees taste and smell Like whiskey, And it rains slightly Reddish in my eyes. I try to drag my heavy pace And hide beneath The street lamp. I taste like whiskey In my mouth, No more wine to wash it out… My heart’s still throbbing From the ache, And it’s getting late… Those loud lights, I want them muffled. © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila