WHISKY IN THE JAR
There’s always the old whisky bottle and the night
When you need it.
Honestly, it doesn’t need to make sense. Do it.
That’s what I tell myself – and forget the consequences.
Just forget for a moment, maybe longer, a few hours
When your mind goes missing
And then, ah, something else, a slippage
Where all that daylong stress disappears until tomorrow
And you’ll start over again reminding yourself
You need to buy another bottle.