"I should like people to read my work and think it was like drinking lemonade, only to find a little later that it was strongly laced. I'd want it to go down like lemonade but to hit them like vodka."
- Alan Brownjohn
An Alcoholic's Villanelle
My liver twisted into disaster
The hours drunkenly spent
Shadows, time lost in a flutter
of chaotic shaking. Accept the fluster,
the poisonous blood stream intent
to twist my kidneys into disaster
I should know better
Shot glasses on counters and empty cabinets
Shadows, time rage in a flutter
The piercing light. The heart beating faster.
Curse this weakness that is evident
The liver twisted like disaster
Morning now, roaches scatter
away from light. Their grievous commitment
to shadows raging in a flutter
On the table a bottle sits like danger
Wounded, writhing, spent
This spine twisted into disaster
Time drifting. Lost in a flutter.
© 2007 Radames Ortiz published in Radiant Turnstile