Drink Me (Found works from a soaking summer)

One last question, first of many,
was I kicked by the flow
or did I align my current in the direction of the river?
At first I was tossed
damned by my compulsion like a cancer,
then I found beauty in my present
an escape to the familiar unknowns
known to myself with and without my message in a bottle
'drink me...
I said drink me not the bottle,'
drink me and the ocean and the bottle,
but drink all of me, only then can we digest each other.
I will have drunk all of you
we will be the liquor and the sunset
the wisdom of sobriety and the reckless abandon of whisky.
We will be the codependent independence day
the false promise and the blood pact.
Drugs will bow to our inflammable ingenious
with the best choice amongst a world of impossibility,
as we bow mid flight and melt like wax flights of icarus
burning flaking setting imprinting moving and milking
in a river boat from the end of the world to the movie theater.
Floating on the highway of pumpkin carriages and dyke van dicks
steering shitty shitty bang bangs
my baby shot me down,
I rose from the dead
and remembered I've always been alive.