Another Drink?

I just want to drink.
Not to forget,
Because I won't.

But, so that I can feel
a different pain.
Even if it isn't real.

Take me to that dark bar
where they welcome fellow sorrows.
These crows prefer the somber. Order up a double shot, and a chaser.
Then drink them fast to cover up
the potential pains of a sober "later."

Drink until the light stings
like sun rays that noon brings.
Approve it.

Consumed with toxins abound
I st-mumble while standing.
What problems? I let go.

Order another round.
One for everyone in town.
What's there to be sad about now?

Until I remember,
what I wanted to forget.
What was it again?

All rights reserved by Mind on Fire Books. Poem by Willy Martinez