A Heart Marinaded in Whiskey

Drinking Jack Daniels with my cornflakes

To water my dry soul

Staring at the potted plants

Depriving them of any life

Their soil can remain dry

Like my sundried heart

That belongs inside a tin can

For this world of cannibals

To eat up.

I’m marinading my heart in whiskey

So it tastes less like

Burnt rubber

And more like a rich, medium rare slab of meat, with a bitter sweet tinge

That will make your mouth water

When you eat me alive.

I’m drinking Jack Daniels for breakfast,

Because you will like me better that way.

I’m drinking Jack Daniels for breakfast,

Because I will like me better that way.

I’m drinking Jack Daniels for breakfast,

Because I become someone else,

And that’s easier than being

The one who lifted the Jack Daniels bottle to my lips

In the first place.

 

 

 

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