failed remedy

they're the tar in my lungs

the liquor in my liver

the pot stifling my brain

a concoction to numb

...with no relief.

two becomes three

...it is never enough.

clean me

my head, a pool before spring cleaning.

floating gunk and old leaves,

prevent water from gleaming.

stuck in perpetual doubt.

with thoughts i can't fully think

and words i can't wr(sp)it-e out.

nights start with a smoke and a drink,

to empty what labors my breath

and halts my scrawling ink.