Internal Graffiti

More drinking!
More drinking!
There's a cavity to fill;
A rotten collection of insides
Unresponsive to anything else.

I wouldn't call it medcine
But it's only word I have.

I'm not friendly if I'm thirsty, and even then...
Put it this way:
Think of me as a wall.
Hardly a sociable existance.
Brick by brick, built up for keeping out.
Now imagine painting it a face,
Red and fresh, dripping,
And I am me, myself reborn

That's what I'm offered.
A ridiculous mural in memoriam
Of someone who never quite was.
And with smoke in my lungs
I'll shake your hand and take it.

More Drinking
More Drinking...