leave the bottle


my mind and heart numb
with this self absorbed
act of over indulgence

i reach for a poor man's solace,
redemption, measured by the shot.
a moment's sanity
found in stupor.

her memory burns into me
like the sun at high noon
and lands in my belly
like a fist full of broken glass.

shattered remains
to these blood shot, tear soaked
baby blue
windows to my soul.

i shake out another coffin nail,
the last one,
and order one more shot
of down and out.

last stop oblivion,
so keep'em coming.
i got a pocket full of cash
and memories to burn.