Blackout

Incestuous thoughts
remembering nothing
but knowing everything
time to time
space to space
empty box with no holes
a face with no eyes
perceived mental persecution
pounding with every sip
dark groomed figures
empty seats
broken bottles
showered from corner to corner
dropping back, realizing
a memory is a distant thought
nothing comes easy
every form of speech
hanging in a dirty closet
lost, feared, tormented
turn the light on
no more vision
it happens, it breaks
through in a gallant style
blackout