Alcoholic Intellectualism

Her lips were curved and bladed.
they were painted in the corridors,
i caught them out the
corner of my eyes.
Its amazing how little
I've felt of them.
these five small paper cuts
line my own.
evidence of drinks gone too far,
and nights gone too little.
if I had some scapegoat,
id tag it on the proof.
but the facts just don't
add up to its contents.
90 proof is a wordy tranquilizer,
and we wrote an encyclopedia
with those shots.
i am drunk on inability,
and I've lost the cork.
for now, it just keeps pouring
these words onto this page.
Burning flushed skin to
endorse this mindf**k,
release this grasp
and begin to swim.
It is all the effort i have to give.