Just one sip
takes me over the edge
and I'm sucked
in the downward
stagger and stumble
to stop the flow
like an octopus on land
I seek the sea



Just one tip/sy
of the bottle
and there's no telling -
you can't stop time
anymore than I can stop
the slur of scenery
It's like trying to hold
the ocean with a spoon



I am lost in my silent
C


O


R N E R


of hell, with nothing
but the swirl and defeat
of this bottle

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