I sense the sation
feel the pride, hubris of indulgence
Anticipation of the crack
- of a seal
- of an ice upon immersion

it comes
A wavy scent of heat on a highway
assault the sense of taste, smell, thought

whee-la!! we’re drinking……..

A tiny sip
roll it around
taste buds dance, eyes roll back

A swallow, gurgle, choke, swallow
inebriation initiation

find a way
-fly a way

coursing, crazing, cruising, crashing
alcohol fucks you up./

I refill my glass
but it empties again

The better I get, the less I can do
funbling, bumbling, tumbling, boom!

What is it about alcohol that pulls, pushes, drives me?
- I like to smoke pot ## more in control
- I like to trip, LSD, shrooms ## learn much more

An alcoholic high is pure indulgence
--There is nothing to be gained or utilized from alcohol (escape ? (maybe!?!)!)!!!

What is it? = evil incarnate!

I’m not a god fearing man, but of what’s available in my repertoire, I’d have to say that alcohol is the devil’s sputum.

It is human foible distilled (!!!)
-How much is enough? too much?
and released

I dunno…… I’m drunk by now!

(There is no blood but what the gutter gives)