Buckets
Pills
Sleep
More sweat
Nightmares
Drunken stupors
From which
I never wake
Whirlwinds
Of wine
Women
And song
What have
I become?
I raise
The bottle
To my
Parched lips
And again
Sweat
In buckets
Pouring onto
The floor
Like a river
Liqour
Thy name
Is
Delirium
The Bilge Master
To delirium and uneasy oblivion...🥂
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