A day fed with loose promises, promises to bring forth a cup full of ecstatic electric life In the form of wine, a deep velvet entrances my senses until I’m falling over my heels Drunken stupors pronouncing love in the form of forgotten letters Written to girls in sweatpants with curly hair and good hearts Too sweet for a mind so sour Drowning in a sea of ale A bitter endless swim Swam uphill to fulfill some prophecy that promises dragonhood In an image of her wearing my hoodie on an autumn morning Fill my glass with a Russian elixir meant to wipe motherboard minds of nights spent not sleeping until she comes to bed After a midnight track of being overworked and underpaid. Hot flashes can only be dowsed with the cool relief that absinthe brings I’ve always liked Peter Pan, but never got to know his fairy Never got to see how not growing up can be such a nuisance Never got to live without seeing a beloved covered in a deep velvet Never got to go without knowing that it was me So I drink I drown in flashes of her She proves my nights hazy, but safe On a gilded cloud of twisted guilt Because I couldn’t relinquish my keys from my hubris After one too many passed none Wheels, engine, sweatpants, good hearts, curly hair and promises Drown in alcohol infused oceans Wave upon wave Of kisses goodbye as she’s wheeled into an ambulance Of metal hugging bark Biting shards of scrap metal pierce the fog Waking me up at home, Again, Feeling as dead as a girl with sweatpants and curly hair. living with a hazy memory of pain