Oblivion
In ratty bathrobes
with cheerless red eyes
to my useless regret
they surrender dreams unwritten
these blasted minds of
tavern-cornered degeneration
bemused upside down
stumble sink into bubbles of fermentation
Freed from fury
slurring their devolution from
abusive progenitor maelstroms
into the calms of untroubled harbors in seas eighty-proof
Unbathed bards
their ears awash in hums eyes unaware or blind from
relentless daily suns that raisin their pinhead pupils
sputter back what the sea splashes across their lips
Where is poetry?!
These minds Bacchus bested
reveling in what backwater kisses their gaping mouths receive
bathe daily in grotesqueness
cling to passing monsters for affirmation
Reluctantly a mourner
still I long for the visions
they could have shown me
and for the longing they no longer feel