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.