©2021 Michael Raven

i am brim-filled with mistrust
of anyone, anything
and, especially: myself
overflowing with black doubts
every word, every thought
obfuscating fogs of mendacity
is there any honesty at all?

i recall --
maudlin and drunk, i could hear
all of those sweet fucking lies
and not give a shit at all

it is the numbness i miss most
that lethe-loving driftwood
sensation and i slipstreamed 
through my stupid life

the bottle calls on days like this
a siren song promising to
drown out caring about
truth, dare, or deceit
it promises comfort
in a turbulent sea
that threatens to
smash me against
dark razorblade rocks
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