Delirium

Sweat

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