That's That Liquor Talking Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is difficult to feel a sustained love felt,
24/7.
Unless one is receiving unlimited doses,
Of a medicated treatment administered...
That relieves emotionally a rollercoaster ride,
One eventually decides enough is enough.

Love for another may not always be shown,
To have it known outside to detect.
Or felt inside to stay that way without praying,
God quickly intervenes to prevent a breaking...
Of someone's neck begging for it to be broken.
Or the stopping of biting one's lip,
Until blood begins to drip from it.
Love? Love can be a never ending quest,
To remember a time...
One couldn't eat or sleep because of love.
Love can blind a mind to only want that to digest.

And there are others who continue to sip,
On bottles of wine to find beer 'and' scotch...
As an appropriate chaser,
To numb away feelings they've got wished to leave.
With a hope forgiving themselves,
From what was allowed to come out of their mouths...
Is understood and not meant to be taken literally.

'Honey?
You have no idea the love I feel for you.
If you only knew the depths of it.'

~Oh yeah?
You ain't fooling me.
I know that's that liquor talking smack.~

'Will you forgive me for telling you,
Where you, your family and friends can go?
To be in the heat they enjoy,
And near other demons they know.'

~You might want to tell them that yourself.
Since they left to know a fool when they see one.~

'And you? '

~I pray everyday,
For God to take away this 'thing' I have for fools.
Especially one I knew and grew to love.~

'Grew to knew?
You don't mean that.
Where would you be without me? '

~Performing that disappearing act,
I've been praying for.~

'Well...God does work in mysterious ways.
Who knows.
Hopefully both of us will witness that miracle.
Bestowed to have behold.
To see grow to know it molded.
And and and and...uh, uh...
Grew to knew.'

~Shut up and go to sleep.~