poor me, an allegory

long coats are blown
chasing reality;
which is why I drink
my doubles in a short skirt.

dreams surrounds
the tongue
with liquid courage;

I’m too intoxicated
on hiked up tomorrows.

I’ll mingle in
the simile of swallowing
cozen words
more addictive than pussy.

I’d rather have
the bartender pour
my drink behind metaphors

casting the shadows
of yesterday.

bydk 11/09/19