Life Moves On

slam down that glass of liquid happy
another round
celebrating
what I don't know
why I can't say
but it beats the hard heat
of summers day
and memories that play

sad country music
sang in voice smooth
liquid, sounds that tug
at, the time she sat,

fuck that
pour me another,
mask the stench
perfume on unwashed flesh
a masquerade
try to feel the better days
or at least damp the fire

pour me another
imbibe the inebriation
like masturbation
sure feels good
but you're only fucking your
mind with another round
drown out all but the sound
of a man and the silky strum
the tones of his voice
through the haze of smoke
that I haven't done in years
and damn it feels good
twisted cough, a knife in my lungs
the head spins roll out

I can imagine you through the
smoky wisps of.....

pour me another the bottom
of my glass is mocking me
daring me to have some more
to forget
why I was here in the first place
why was I here,

pour me another tender bar tender
stroke my mind with lotus leaf, delete
the repeating thoughts of

pour me another
wee's a celebrashin