Brandy & coke tastes of liquorice on my lips.
my body burns. Succour me black milk; numb
my shrivelling reality, so that many,
many, mornings-after, may be forgotten.
Cup of nectar? Cup of hemlock?
Course your empty promise through my veins.
Seduce me oh sweet poison with your siren lies.
Encloak this hollowed man in velvet night and
Usher me quickly to the portal of the realm
where I can search my soul in sleep’s soft mirror;
so to live and dream what might have been,
with no tomorrows; and just feel fine
That way lies freedom – if not purpose.