Bottles

These concepts When under the influence One just reaches For a bottle And carefully retains A distant memory In some foreign region Of the brain Which only altered states Can navigate A ceiling fan Brushes much needed Attention To the cavalier way Time has rendered everything Transparent Substance means it cannot all be Simply about intentions A few more sips And it drips A much needed dose Of oblivion Into the twisted matrix Of veins Taking the tangled nature Of pain And making it seem Almost Poetic