My Youth Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

I passed my youth as I did please,
Without regard to scripture or law.
I drank my wine with careless ease,
And kissed each pretty girl I saw.

And when the moon arose in space,
Beneath the glittering, starry skies,
I swallowed bourbon with my eyes.
My psyche went to a cold, dark place.

I found myself divorced from light.
My moods were of my liquor's will,
When fireflies strayed in the stifling night,
Each Siren marked me for the kill.

And now as I look behind me I see
My youthful wastes were women and whiskey.