Whiskey lingers
In each gripe I forge
As a stain, on this ivory-plated soul

Despite the day’s efforts
Its prying and seething eyes
I drowse, in a forefather’s venom

Despite the careless sprawl
Of beauty untamed
I am warmly treasured
In a passing demise

Swallowed whole
Endlessly skewered
And doomed to gush
Into rivers of blood and vice