A Peg Too Many

Liquor soaked nights.
The great weight hurtling along
Tied to the pit of the stomach
In the sultry breeze
In the twinkling street lights.


A one way road
A four-way crossing
And no way back.


Mind slurs as it speaks out
"What if?"
Contemplating the lonely city
Through a red film.


Can't undo what's done
Too late to let go of the chips on the shoulders
Too proud to confess so


Too tired to ask if you care
Too jaded to not know the answer.


Looking for answers at the bottom of the glass,
Swirling the amber liquid around.
And seeing a caricature instead-


Of a life lived in foolish earnest
Of fairytale endings
And warped wisdoms.


A black numbness takes over,
Hello, oblivion.