I can’t drink no more. Those were the days. Fireworks and scintillating euphoria.
Now I just dream. I close my eyes and imagine I’m tucked comfortably inside a bottle plugged up with a fresh-scenting cap. The crystal clear glass gives me 360 view. I see happy faces smiling, happier faces laughing and super-happy faces hysterically crying. I see glasses raised for a toast, glasses filled for a buzz and glasses smashed just because. I see folks skipping work for hangover, swapping wives as they’re bolder and slitting matrimonies no longer kosher.
I was a true believer in the power of spirits as they were to flush away all frivolities of my yesterday. Like water, like booze.
water doesn’t stain
spirits don’t last.
is a washed-up mess
inside a bottle.