All the bourbon won't fill this

November 30, 2018 6:35PM

All the bourbon won’t fill this
Hole,
Gravity strokes the weight,
A sundered seam.

Parenthetical wisdom is the
Fruit that keeps you alive.

Deep-state low-frequency dream,
It’s all gone,
It’s a rhythm of drink and laughter and
Silence.

Gravity sithers below, tongue-and-cheek
Weight,
It’s over but it’s not.