Angry
Drunk
Driving my pickup,
Six-pack beside me.
Timing my throws to
Hit empties into the
Truck bed. Blind, thinking
Endless thought loops.
Years later.
Angry drunk.
Driving miles while still
Sitting in my chair.
Still timing my throws
Of empty thoughts to
Capture blind thinking:
Endless thought loops.
More years
Still angry.
Still drunk.
Tired of driving
Mental miles worn
Deeply in my mind.
Emptied soul tiring
Of postured thinking:
Break my thought loops.
13/100
[Note to those outside the USA: each state in America makes its own laws to regulate alcoholic beverages. In North Carolina where I live, Alcohol Beverage Control establishes state-operated liquor stores. Beer, wine, and similar low-alcohol drinks may be sold in grocery stores, but all liquor is only sold in ABC stores.}
I grabbed an old paper bag this morning, and I had to laugh. On an ABC bag used to transport several bottles of liquor out of the store, “Where Does My Money Go?” Really? How about “you’re pouring it down your throat, loser!” Or maybe it’s a not-so-subtle commentary on how someone might have forgotten where it went due to alcoholic stupor. Or maybe it’s a simple matter that ABC sold some advertising to a consumer support company? Nah…. I’m going with one of the first two.
Full disclosure: We spend nearly [redacted] per month on alcoholic beverages which means I have no right to make the jokes that I do.
all the voices in my head 