Drowned in the Sea of Bourbon

search teams failed, went missing;
nothing out there.

(bars filled with light drinkers,
where have all the heavyweights gone?)

ukuleles played in the distance,
a lighthouse somewhere in the foggy distance.
(begone. leave me the fuck alone.)

a drink, a boat,
something; to escape.

evacuate.

nothingness; into which she’s gone,
swimming peacefully next to monstrous sharks of
erased yesteryears.

(expensive bourbon; sweet poison of youth,
all the memories. the good times. the effulgent moments.)

where to go next?
is there a destination?

NO, the bawl of every ghost.

(forever erased. permanently.
nothing to strive for,
no dreams remain alive)

it’s all we ever had,
a passionate love and a lethal vice.

(we kissed for the first time in the lowly dive
we both loved so much; I nearly stopped visiting
after her funeral.)

we’re all gone;
it’s just that some
are further down the tunnel
than the rest.