There is a relationship
between my liver and my brain
it would seem
the more i drink
the more i write
the pain in the gut
daggers in the abdomen
razors in the intestines
that pull at the silent strings of sleep
back to the discourse of life
to the mechanic birds that sweep the streets
raptors eye glow beneath the clouds
fingers dig into the flesh
a welcomed pain
to take away from the agony within
four am and im still awake
dry mouth
sore throat
the cough never stops
between gasps for breath
teeth clamp down upon the lower lip
just a moment more
let the fingers sweep across the board
before they return to the side
to help subside the acid boiling inside
let the keys click to carry me
crutch through the night
until the eyes fall
and i may awake to a paragraphs of letters
forming the same patterns as the lines on my face
i watch the sunrise
with tears in my eyes