Bring out the bottles bro
I say sotto voce
As I push the butt of the blunt
The clarion clanks resound
Of the bottles in conflict
The golden glow encapsulated
Within an labelled enamel glory
Restricting the gold from spilling
Resonant clinks resounding
I grab one and clench it’s neck
And bite off it’s head with my molars
I swing mechanically back and forth
Music plays in my ears
Everything dances before my eyes
Someone shoots a tranquilizer shot
Whoosh~! It pierces my brain
The smothered self busts forth
Darts about seeking attention
The flashback swirl becomes real
I wake up
Blotted Slurs 