this game is played with rocks and loaded dice.

wicked whisperer

i detected you long ago

the condensation on my cup

liquor’s residue your humble abode

and it’s just like you to cling to the walls

of the place i come to find refreshment

your anthem belies you

and slurs my resolve to be resolved

nothing’s resolved

nor solved

nor even re

nothing is nothing, here

and that’s just where we choose to be, isn’t it?

could we possibly make the best of it?

roll my index finger around a salted rim

and taste the problems i’ve come to bear?

i’m moving at triple time

power hour in twenty minutes

a love of a lifetime gone in a day

once again i go to slip and i fall

i go to trip and i tell

blurb this night away

is this simple enough to share with everyone

and get 100 different reactions

to a situation that should only have one?

(stupid mother fucker…)

it’s sunny in the barstool i occupy

2 p.m. drinking binges semi-rare

but it brings light to a situation most barren and desolate

and it kicks in

and i see you on the edge of my glass

but i haven’t the energy

to wipe you away