Good Wine Buzz Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I am lost in a buzz.
My eyes shine
like the dark green bottle.
A cheap red paints
My insides like dollar store
Crayons.

The world outside is a mess.
Here I am inside, safe and warm
Wine stain on my shirt.
My stomach turns on its side,
Coloring every laugh.

Every time I laugh,
I feel it stretching out,
Pressing down harder,
Enjoying whatever it is
That it's coloring.
I slosh the last bit of wine
Around in my glass
I guess I too, am a mess