Autumn Drunk

As the second day of Autumn hit
I felt the madness of the bottle linger
and calm down an old drunk soul.
I sit at the typer and see the leaves of grass flow with the wind of the earths very heart
pumping its blood to cleanse the planets hangover from another summer come and gone.
I hear her moan and groan an old painful noise that I myself
have felt to many times over drinks
with good friends,
and know,
she thinks of death.
I have thought of death.

And the bottle continues to give and take the very essence of humanity.
For the Mother, it works,
for she is an undying force
and i've nothing but mortality to rest my soul on
and know that there is an end.

and the bottle tips back,
into the glass
and then into my throat.
I begin to feel a warmth that always begins to subside in my chest
so I,
then
take yet another drink from the glass
and keep the insatiable quest
for a parched mouth quenched
and know there is another downhill spiral
coming
soon.