[Ex Tempore XXV]
My friend, we have lingered here for far too long,
Searching for answers at the bottom of a whisky glass.
We have drunk our lives and our hopes dry,
Under the glare of the insipid tavern light.
Our incessant course runs round and round,
Round the swirl of the liquor that flows into us.
And down we have gone, further down than
We have ever drowned ourselves before.
It is all null and dulled away: the pain
That sobriety deals unto us so amply.
Another drink, my friend, just one more;
And another till we find salvation, or oblivion.
M.M. — November MMXII
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