Whiskey Snowflakes

Downy drops of burning liquid
wrap themselves around my limbs.

After passing my throat's gate,
to defile balance & weight.

Melted points pierce my skin,
then numb to a fine hum & din.

Bonnie countenance, merry wit,
songs lift hearts & hale spirit.

But all the while behind the scene,
a conniving, torture stirs within.

To brew a fire in temples deep,
and rob your brain of pukeless sleep.

Heed the disappearing song's refrain,
Bukowski's curse will stew your brain.

Vain prayer escapes cracked lips,
regret will spring from promiscuous hips.

Only hours spent in penitent falter,
before a sacred porcelain alter,

Will deliver cool & fine succor,
but till then, shut the toilet door.