When the world’s all wobbly,
life seems on an even keel –
But that’s only when logic’s
not a high factor,
and I’m operating by feel.
I wonder if rum
or even wine
will be my downfall;
Because after multiple shots
and glasses,
I’m pleasantly numb…
It’s hard to answer the call(s)
of obligation
and happenstance
as they
occur to the dumb.
Yet, I succumb, and…
I think I never
had a chance
at normalcy
or finding belong;
It’s like life is a prelude,
death its fateful song –
Tipsy even as
I write this,
and not even sobriety
can right this.
Coconut oil my cleansing balm;
I only wonder if I’ve been doing this
completely wrong –
Only time will tell,
its passing
and measuring judgment
is an uncertain level of Hell.
I miss the time where
perceived right
was acceptable escutcheon –
And yet…
It’s my atonement
for
habitual repugnance.
Kayfucius 