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