Taste It

Inhale vodka and
imagine a taste symbolic
of my universe.

Liquid hell I authenticate,
that which randomly manipulates
my mind;
Concentrated destruction
in pounding temples.

Poison my soul
with cold (clear) trickles
of sanity and lies,
compromised truths
and shattered mind.

Make me forget
my (final) bet
of pain with the devil;
breathe the shards
of nightmares.

Taste the clarity
at the tip of tongue;
savour bitter anguish,
splintered imagery,
broken promises.

Potent influence in an ounce
maybe three
or six?
Perhaps nine, more?
I forget.

Drop shots:
Head back, swallow;
dream, think, forget
Reality blurred
what happens now?

Taste the vodka.
I dare you.