Delightful Disease In Blank Verse
A chronic swerve of sweet lies slips towards
the bottle's curves; she's a high percentage
beauty that swings her psychological
profile in eyes that reduce her to drops.
I want to rip her tight head off and drink
from her neck's open, delightful disease,
severity slaps my trembling cheeks,
imagination gasps at the violence.
A wild alcoholic expression darts
from the face as withdrawal symptoms crash
against excessive dreams of consumption,
I impair my social ability,
progressively, and laugh insanity
across delicate organic damage.
Whatever I want I will quickly steal.
Can you spare some change for this man deranged?
Visions of vodka whip wisps of whiskey
into a frenzy of fermentation,
rum and brandy dreams become volatile
while I intoxicate broken language.
Pungent odour rises from cracks in lips,
the hair of the dog barks for attention,
I think of wasted liver and onions
and grin like a fool in morbidity.