The Needfulness of a Box of Wine

sometimes, all you need is two
boxes of wine, a few cigarettes, and a night
away from everything and everyone.

all of life’s tedious responsibilities vanish after
the second waterglass of deliciously bitter wine
and the blue smoke rising up around you does not
attempt to suffocate you.

come morning, everything’s back; the responsibilities,
the lack of money, the people, pointless conversations and
a fruitless attempt to change something. as long as you’ve
got wine, none of the above matter.

drunk from dawn till passing out, finding ways to
pay for the wine, the cigarettes; rent and utilities can
take a backseat as long as you’re peregrinating in the
mist of inebriation.

for a few hours you can feel freer than a bird,
richer than Bezos, a better writer than Shakespeare,
a more proficient lover than Casanova.

when life grabs you by the balls and shakes you like it’s
trying to make a bad martini out of you, there’s only one answer:
crack a box of wine and indulge in the demonic elixir containing
the essence of extinct gods.