last year's hangover
Morning Star blind
without the ride
of imbibing libations
words bled dry
in powdered thought
desiccated emotion
won't rehydrate unsalted
and I just ain't in the mood
shoulda had that drink
winning every battle
lost in war I can't see
but scars burn deep
courting failure
with fear
why fight fate
in altered perceptions
that are all real enough
to feel
in a world where the
only thing concrete
is thought...
bled dry
in last year's hangover