the bitter alcohol does it's job.
smoothing out my wrinkled conscience,
becoming an elixir of self justification,
making me forget.
and though it is the source of all my problems
it intrigues me,
the way it changes people,
alters perceptions, judgements, feelings,
brings out the worse,
brings out the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the chemisty of alcohol never varies powerful drowning the will which alone in the end the very end gives insight a delightful powm