poem of the day 10.08.13

the world looks like god

someday

i know i’ll probably quit drinking

but for now

i’m pretty fine with it

for there is no other elixir

for dealing with mankind that i’ve found

that works as effectively as drink

and regardless

of the buckets of poison

that i pour into my gut

i’d take the ritually soused me of now

over the wide-eyed twenty year-old one

on any given day

but i still know

that one day these shenanigans will have to stop

the blurry bliss

leading toward torrential hangovers

the grand drunken party that i throw for myself

on a nightly basis

will have to cease

by choice

by doctor

by death

or when the world finally opens up its arms

to me

and looks like god