Staggered steps with whiskeyed breath
Intoxicated words as wine
Daggered tongues have punctured lungs
Words are more than they define
He smiles as he looks at you
but he's seen you all the time
You walk away with staggered steps
befuddled by his wine
spilt upon your tainted page
or so the scarlet flows
Poems are writings from a sage
too drunk
to keep
his
prose.