all i want to be
is drunk
sipping poetry
from a wine glass
and vices
from a chalice

i want the taste
of mediocrity off my tongue
replaced by a niche cognition
of my mortality

i want to be fuddled with
ancient apprehensions
about the other side
and awareness for

the perfect shade of fear

venomous endings
to fairytales cherished

and a small crevice
to bury myself in

all i want to be is
drunk
to excuse the rogue
creating anarchy
in my bones

and
all i want to be is drunk
so i can be
free