one more solvent to dissolve
the polymers; my nerves
teasing paralysis so coyly
i thought i was insoluble

yet i find myself drinking,
or moreso drowning in,
this curious concoction:
so volatile but sweet

to breathe is unnecessary,
this form is but an interim,
for my place in rock and earth
was measured in years

this has reduced me to seconds:
a hot flash reaction
i'd rather die in love and alcohol
than float on waves of apathy

what is faith if not gentle
fishing rods that cast out metaphors
to reel in hope with hot air balloons;
picture rainbows as skies
drifting into riptides

so then, who are the birds who fly
so gaily with their knife-sharp wings?
they drop reality like bricks and knock
the wind from gentle eddies
to bone-stripping gales