Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Boozed



The fuel runs through my bloodstream

to help ease and dull my pain.

Like a locomotive steam

chugging in the throbbing vein.

Faces vapour in the air,

thoughts drift in dreamy languor.

I am aware, unaware-

but need the haze to linger.

Gaze is blur with all the ale-

in a maze not yet derailed.


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