Death cannot touch me here,
Beside the buzz, the beep and the whir.
Everything is copacetic.
The life I've lived,
...
That glowing amber
beacon of contention.
Draws me to seas
of unquenchable thirst.
...
I feel the water seeping in
And began to think, I'm possibly sunk
I see the whiskey jars float by
And know that I am impossibly drunk
...
What I did I would do again
For there are no shadows in truth
No darkness in the righteous deed
Though blind-folded as I am
...