Brett Rogers


Booze - Poem by Brett Rogers

It’s a pain reliever.
It’s emotional makeup.
It’s a colon cleanser.
It’s a boredom cure (it will make any movie entertaining, and the entertaining ones transcendent) .
It’s a conversation starter (the perfect time to call my Mom) .
It’s a go-to-sleep aid.

It’s insomnia and restless limbs.
It’s achy.
It’s shame and regret.
It’s a quick fuse.
It’s begging for a second chance.
It’s a lubricant for the gears that further my brain, that spin and spin:
“Drink drink kill kill.”

It is in my coffee cup right now.

* * *

It’s,
It is …
Not special or unique.
If the place that gives me gas had jars of pot or fresh lines or pills instead it would be that,
It would be that instead.

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, alcohol


Comments about Booze by Brett Rogers

  • Kelly Kurt (4/4/2015 10:26:00 PM)


    Love the stuff. Good poem, Brett. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 13, 2015



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