The Bottle Poem by Kevin East

So
Do you take solace
From the bottle.
In empty room
Or crowded bar
You're still alone.
A clown
Whose paint has run.
Now, the crudest clone
Of who you were.
With rudest jokes.
A shadow in the sun.
The poet unknown
With rhymes to slur,
Is done..he croaks.
And
Your half empty glass
And vacuous life
Need topping up.
But you will die
Before the latter
You realise.
I tell myself,
As I sup..
Through violet haze
And rehearsed patter
Of forgotten days
Of sweet and sour goodbyes.