“One After Another”
Tip your shot glass in the early morning shadows.
Awaken to another drunken day.
Crusty eyes.
There’s no surprise you tip your shot glass like it’s the only way.
Smoke filled rays of sunlight
Shine in through cracks in the shades…
One after another, one after another.
The bottle is therapy,
Easing away the heart aches in any form they come.
It’s light outside, though dim in…
One after another, one after another.
You feel the pain,
Though flush it out of your body
With every little shot you take…
One after another, one after another.
The burn in your throat tells you it’s working,
But the alcohol holds its strength for only so long,
And time only keeps passing by.
Tip your shot glass in the weary hours of night.
Fall down and sleep where ever you lay.
Drunken dreams.
Midnight gleams as you tip your shot glass like it’s the only way.