Whisky drinking world

Observing a life turned backward

as he stares through

his curved full bottle of cheap whisky

hugging an empty glass

with anticipation in the eyes

at the thought of reverting

his view to the world

back to that which comforts him.

Glass full,

glass empty,

repetitively lifting hand to mouth,

drowning his body of tremors

in an internal bath of elixir,

there’s comfort in the burning of the throat

and a warming of the soul,

hazy distorted views soon hide life’s impurities.

Each flow of liquid down the gullet

distils the mind to a clearer

more elated memory of existence,

masking a troubled past

and providing a face of carnival celebration,

dancing of the hearts pulse begins,

thud, thud, thudding in a rhythm,

coordinating his out of time movements.

The bottle now dry and glass empty,

he stares back through this new translucence,

the visions now seen

were all he wished to recall,

haunting ghosts faded to alternate realities,

feeling refreshed in this bottle of safety;

this ship floating within a shimmery shell sensation.