Wine back to water

by kdillmanjones

wine back to water

I couldn’t move.
centered between Jupiter and Saturn,
and I couldn’t move.

overindulgences,
trapped under ethics

alcohol,
bubbling out of sacraments

and still I could not move.

“Wipe that shitty smile off,
McDonald’s.

Show the real,
the insulin.

Like Maude
and her Christmas ham.”

and still I could not move.

pleasure. pleasure.
I run.

chase jump frolic
wine turns back to water
death, back to life.

 

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