my getaway trip

old poem

 on my selfish trip

Infected riff widens and dispenses sorrow

the drink flows endlessly 

and my mind drifts wonderfully

ever persistent she penetrates my metal visions

another drink blurs the visual pain

and the outside storm brings rain to the desert

draining my eyes of their camouflage

withering my plastic smiles

my heart dragged in glass for hours

the sad liquor never stops

and she is never gone

i want to pass out and not dream of her 

so i add more to my drink so i can sleep