Tippng Bitters

Standing stark naked and sober
The day seems so deafening,loud and bright
Shining a light on the emptiness that eats at my soul.

No quiet for my mind
Anxiety wiggles inside me
Boredom, the mundane driving me mad.

Then sweet night comes and I tip my bitters
Mmm so warm in my belly lighting up my soul
Giving me the armor I need to quiet the din.

Mellowing me out
Feeding the phene in me
Swimming in its dark loveliness.

Somewhere in the distance
I remember morning is coming
Sigh another stark dry day.