QUESTIONS
What am I trying to drown
With all this fucking booze?
What am I trying to bury?
What am I afraid to lose?
Whatever it is keeps surfacing
Like a fucking whisky whale
And this goddam Moby Dick
Is making my life hell.
Whatever it is keeps digging out
Of the grave I thought I put it in
Like some fucking liquor zombie
Eager to eat some skin.
Whatever it is must be precious
But it’s not The fucking Ring
So why am I so damn afraid
To give up the drinking?