Drinking alone can make for good conversation
New things are learned, said or inferred
Who am I speaking to
and am I heard?
Nature’s beauties surround me
and I’ve killed with neglect
Unintentional
but always aware
My lips tingle and my tongue
writhes, my body breathes in
the expulsion of shelved speakers
and my membranes arouse
because I’m redirected to you
Always to you;
I’d like to hear your voice
but I predict you won’t answer if I call
Following through will result in disappointment
I expected, so why bother?
Predetermination — a convoluted structure
that remains the source of my reflection
And misdirection
There was a rush of
thoughts like rapid waters
straight to my skull, cracking
my will to break like a dam
bursting forth with so much emotion
you will drown in it, even if
you hold your breath to infinity
Kiiinda drunk.