It’s always that first one that cracks the ice,
that warmth rushes over your head,
easing the pain,
it brings your guard down,
you are electrified.

By the third or fourth one,
you’re on a roll,
everybody,
everything,
every word you speak is beautiful,
then you begin the superhuman mode,
that’s the time when
the head banging music takes you away.

At this point the libido is spitting
(probably not yours),
all the prey-seekers
tend to your whims,
you are so lovely.

And this is when things get hazy,
fights break out,
property gets stolen,
money is spent (or lost)
cars crash & articles of clothing
come up missing.

Sometimes you wake up
with a complete stranger,
naked.
Other times, you lie
face-planted
kissing the Earth
smelling like ******* death
along with a jackhammer head.

When this behavior becomes habit,
you are no longer human,
you are a figment of a human.
You’re not real,
you are a harbinger
biding your time
until the next time
you **** things up
or quit to get real.
You gotta believe
something’s better than this.