been drinkin
whiskey all night long.
no beach with an hourglass
can save me at the moment.
maybe it’s not over – it could be.
it’s true that two way streets
can crash emotives and anger
after miles and miles
travelin Pennsylvania towns.
get in the car again –
slam the door shut.
eyes blood shot and almost shut.
blurry all before me –
grab the bottle –
taking swig after swig.
later pull over –
fumble out the keys
out of the ignition –
cars on a cliff –
oh fucking well.
poetics~cool out of the rafters 
This is not a pretty picture here, but very effective writing. It leaves me scared.
thanx lora. it’s definitely not a pretty one. if it leaves ya scared, it’s certainly the intention.