Johnny Walker Wisdom

I’m lost to alcohol,
beauty and benzodiazepines,
my veins and neurons blocked, stimulated,
blocked a carousel of afflictions
(and affections)

When I was a kid I fantasized about this,
spending a weekend with a bottle of whisky
fueling some imaginary west wind,
dreams I didn’t have the guts for

Now I don’t have the guts to wake up,
the years have made me weak
but I’m trying to stay alive, to help
you survive,
someday save myself
maybe