my drugs (a handful
of gel capsules)
made me drowsy, my
dreams drunken
with dregs of
someone/something. you
maybe but i doubt
i could detail such
decisive damage again.
not even in dreams.

the mouth of my father
(who is a sort of anti-jesus)
forces wine
into his body until
his eyes well with
water and his words
warp with the
waterfall of alcohol
cascading from his glass.