i could feel the disconnect –
the finest bourbon falling to the floor.
shards of glass everywhere,
in feet, fingers
in full silence.
we slept and woke and slept and woke
and it rained and poured
all my misery and distrust
pounding down out of the sky.
i knew full well what the universe was saying,
i didn’t want to hear it.
it rained 3 oceans.
I kept hoping I would drown
but nobody drowns in misery –
a whore once told me,
“you only ever drown in hope.”
Well, nothing was lost in the translation:
its a fine thing we do maintaining interest in other human beings.
going back time and time again,
until they’re no longer interesting.
the glass never came out of the floor
i fear it may be working its way through my body
searching for my heart – to finalize the severance
of bourbon from tongue, from glass, from everything –
ohh, that bourbon was my love!