Raised voices and red tinted eyeballs
Burning water and bitter seasoning
Like the fake Christ on that real cross, I open arms
And transmute alcohol to blood
Spit from split lip and broken nose…
Rage and rage and where the ****
Is my phone?
Is my girl?
Is my god ****** shot of whiskey?!
No matter how many teeth leave their
Mark on my knuckles
It's all still lost to the lung tongue or back of throat stung.