Bloody Vodka

by Tim Young

 Another lonely night

 after mind fuck

of numbing long shift

Crashing into couch

one beer but prelude to

three olives disperse into

clear shot icy vodka rolling

controlling the moment

waited for unconscious from the

minute of awake

drowned in daytime

like alcohol in vodka

Dream like clarity dancing loud

heated to boiling

bubbles baked in a cake

only contraptions never named

deep inside the red pimento

buT then swearing such sight

convinced all of beating blood

creeping to soaked noise of napkin

like death metal

cruising underbelly

until you fall in fucking love

Broken glass attacks me

sliced like an egg

metal in my mouth

driving into the snake

numbness returns

no escape

time gnawing

my ear