Over Draining Bottles

Drained bottles and high spirits
Talk eloquent and confuse words
Underneath my own smoke
I stumbled and struggled to get back
On the verge of ecstasy
I dragged and puffed one more time
Two, three more times -
A clear vision occurred to me
An extinct feeling
As I watch you glow beside me
The pixels get clearer
Vivid like the vodka in your hands
And clouded like cigarette kisses
A right-wrong situation:
Right feeling
Wrong disposition
Trapped and stranded in a vortex
Beaten down in the vertigo
I would never know
So I let the words go and spill out
My mouth mumbles violins
Benumbed by the tirade of my actions
Like a proud thunder,
You burst in roll of laughter
Another missed target
Treacherously valiant heart
Drinks without chaser,
Lit another joint
Another night to brood and burn.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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