My Truth Divine | Excerpt from "Spirit" |

April 18, 2000

I have squirrelly visions
in the midnight wind

There are pointed points at the bottom
of my wine glass binge


I'm stuck in the quicksand
of unfettered time
Delusion and dilemma ripen my crime

All through the night
the scribes scribble on my mind
Their only purpose to share my decline

I'm a drunk: this is my truth divine