Ten rings on my
Pale fingers
Like bourbon tainted
rivers that call me
kin
like porcelain white
or plantain yellow
teeth cracked against
the first of all exceptions to humanity
amethyst cavity in torn flesh, or wicked
Drink-rot
Always, all the time, old friend
you are killing yourself.
god, oh god
he spits on you
and his breath freezes before it strikes your
ugly face.
And you step past him
into a frigid world of opportunity
You can look down from here.
Even if you would rather drink yourself to death
you can\'t, because
you need to forgive that cruel master
cruel, wintry kindness
So please
tell me that
man and woman are kind
and no one else is.