Last words

Too many sips loosens up the will
more than the intellect
I am either going to
ruin your day
or rock your stuff

Either way this is going
to play out to the finish
I already pressed the button
and I am no slacker

Do you forgive me–
because I felt myself
fading
and I had to do
something

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(any port) in a storm

two fingers of cheap brandy
in Kool-Aid
with a twist and ice
stirred with the lemon knife
seem like a strange way
to say I miss you

but no one is close enough
in this heat
to hear me if I scream
so I swallow
it down
I swallow hard

and you can stay there
you bastard where you roamed

but no one is close enough
in this heat
to hear me if I scream
so I swallow
it down hard
and you can stay there
you bastard
where you roamed