The Alcoholic...

Rotted gutting, pickled lips and

Blood shot eyes, violent

limbs In the middle of sleep

Protruding wormholes where

the liver and heart should be

Fading in and, a stranger

A lover, a stranger, again

Coal black days for his enabler,

His breathing labored after

Kissing me, him licking

his lips loving the way

they tasted like beer

He drifted in and out, a boy,

a monster, a boy, again

Joining hordes of others dying

One day at a time in crowded

Sanguined rooms of hell, nothing

left but the faintness of his

best memories, his dreams

strangling in dishevelment

He is a good who doesn't

know his insatiable thirst and penis, too

will at some point devour him,

A stupefying sight,

Him clinging to his fleshy brain stem

while pouring out his heart!