BARFLY

drinking busted yellow teeth through a force-fed fist
laughing at every attempt to crawl back into the glass I left 
standing in those years I ate along with the burnt rainbows I started collecting -
when the church of moving earth decided to create -a reason for me to question gods drinking partners,
 
snow angel with the missing pulse -
handheld in a stranger's heavy gripping thoughts
six whiskeys 3 pills and my own hangman's noose
going out in barfly fashion
the last supper - painted out the truth-
OCEANS OF WHISKEY
and the tides out