What might be is in ales
What might be is in ales
& bitter on which we sip
[unsettling our place] &
grips of hangovers broil
as false promises to not
imbibe on foul thoughts
[not now] – as recoveries
build inside we will grin
as Bedlam’s poor fools –
We will play a part to get
out of that hell hole – My
pledges dry inside a shot
glass from a lost night of
drunkenness – My breath
will stir me from slump’s
unconsciousness – Rise –
take in an honest mirror
is called [promises’ll not
repeal] – sober moments
can’t dry me out in time