Booze Ditties

~Lack of Booze~

I miss the burning
The fire trail down my throat
The addicting sweetness
Of added ingredients
Tiny glasses just enough
To make a difference
On a terrible day

~Blue Death~

A glass of vodka
Three fingers deep
A beautifully large bag
Of deep blue raspberry
Cotton candy, pure blue sugar
So much time spent
Desolving in the dangerous,
Magical, clear liquid
Pinch by pinch added to
The glass, over and over
Until the perfect hue ofblue
Is achieved by chance

~Perfection~

What is it about the sleep
That is achieved by booze?
That's so worth the pain
The following morning?
I want to sleep but find
I simply can't anymore
Without a few shots...