“southern comfort”
it’s all seduction in the
bedroom while my music is
playing too loud for this
unexpected 5 a.m.
wake-up call. capital
letters invade my thought
as tongues loll around
& thoughts of the past
bring me to the present. 57
degrees inside this room
(really no heat at all)
& i need scissors to open
the southern comfort.
seduced by the light
on the desk shining
through the bottle in an
everlasting argument with
the flickering candle
ticking it’s way through its
wax prison. my stomach
warms from the liquor
& whatever was bothering me
bothers me no more.
i know i shouldn’t be doing this
but “i was seduced” & the bottle
was lonely like me & inside
was the heat & the goodness
i needed to start the day in the right
frame of mind. venom is no way
to begin when it flows so easily;
same extended shot like
a canon going off because
that’s what we need to start the
day.
stumbling in flip-flops while
i’m singing along & wondering
about whatever comes next. i
can see me driving to a close town
& getting done what needs getting
done but past that is blank. i
have no clue how i got here
& no clue how to leave.
walking towards the bottle again,
drawn across the room for one
more shot of warmth &
peace of mind. it flows so
easy like a shot.
methodical psychosis 