Collision Course

I have been drinking you goodbye

For five months straight

Whisky dropping back to the kitchen floor

Staring up and taken hard

I can feel the slip of you fading

Spirit untethered adrift

Across my quill and ink in my fists

Pounding knuckles to the bricks

Swearing blood that this was a road not taken because

There is something better

Swig

There is something better; swallow

Cast these ghosts of you and me

Transposing passenger and driver’s seats

Driving through roadblock past

Oil slick nowhere drunken binge

Telephone poles and no air bags

Garbled teeth spitting on old places tongues traversed

Seeing where wheels might have rolled

As so much worse

Downed the Cutty Sark past the rocks

Licked the glass and cut my cheeks

Smash the chalice, eat the shards

Stomach to the head to the heart

Watching the clock tick the digits into darts

Dodge the two a.m. collision course

Rise to work commute business suit

Spar with sleep and pillows hard

Bones cracking in the thought

That this was something divine

Dare to dream and touch an inner behind the firing lines

Of games, of show, of mascara and a muscle’s bow

Slinging arrows on barstools and stairs

Laying down and baring stories of years to now

Given a picture and drinking your decision to hide

Swallow and face up it’s always, piss