The price of gas goes up and down
while alcohol is affordable enough
to keep you just behind the line of insanity.
Truth does not need a pretty image
or metaphor to convey it's message.
Truth is blunt like a sledgehammer
breaking bricks into bits.
The road drives me numb and mad
in alternating measure.
A young man pulled out his hand
like a gun and pointed at me
and I was furious. Not at the threat
of violence and death
but at the demands of our ill times
on us all
and the prospect of my future
becoming a severed branch.
I'm drinking alone because
I need this meditation
even if the methodology is flawed.
I would be with you tonight
if only we were not so far apart
you and I.
I don't wish to die
but I need to prove to myself
the will to live and smash
apart the lingering grasp
of my self-doubt.
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