--this has become a problem--Mature

blacker drugs

through brain cloud 
a sunstreak; a mere peak at
some daylight.
so rarely speaking in
liquid tongues
it could so easily
come undone. 

this has become a problem.

blame the drink
blame the guys
blame the love of my life. 

blame the drink.

so more frequently speaking in 
liquid tongues,
this pattern of fingers,
raining down units
slurring my sounds
breaking my promises.

so frequently i - a bastard of the bottle - 
get it so very wrong.

blame the drink,
like a sniper blames a bullet. 

The End

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