High on swigs of elixir
I saunter,
meandering thru perilous pitfalls
feeling indestructible
addicted
in need of only a few sips more
I thumb my nose at life’s tribulations
daring sorrow to come darken my door
drunk on love
on the rocks
my reason inebriated
my speech slurred
soused to the brim
my will lies in a heap
tomorrow conspires to come
accompanied by a hilarious harangue
a hammering hangover
and a heartless heartbreak.