Stewart Watkins Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Pull of Al-Kuhl

I come with the indomitable intent to beguile
Upon your face, I place an ephemeral smile

When I come, I don't stay very long
I have you up early but by the time I leave, I'll have you singing a sad song

Gone! Gone like a thief in the night 
Sometimes I make you blackout, but when you return, you notice something's not quite right 

Maybe it's the headache, tummy ache, or the fact that you're bent and hungover 
So you pray. You pray to the porcelain god about things you don't remember 

But I remember. Because I am the deceiver they call 'Al-Kuhl.'
The body-eating spirit that beguiles and pulls

I love to pull you to a low vibrational state
In your drunken stupor, your cares and troubles you no longer contemplate 

But when reality awakens you to a sober mind
Real eyes see that the pull of Al-Kuhl is dark and unkind

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