Baptized by the Bottle

So yeah...I was kind of feeling down, and decided to meld my mood into poetic nonsense. Here are the fruits of that effort.

*Baptized by the Bottle

Another night of solitude.
You could blame it on my attitude,
But I’d just blame it on the wine.

I reach for the bottle,
The cool glass comforting
Against my clammy palm.

I can barely lift the bottle to my lips.
I am weak,
But my resolve is strong.

My solace comes
At the bottom of the clear glass
Tomb.

I smile as the familiar
Tang of wine
Flirts with my parted lips.

It looks like blood.

Baptized.
The liquid burns a hole
through my throat.

It’s a small price to pay
When memories
Grow cobwebs in your mind.

The bottle slips from dead fingers.
I won’t remember this tomorrow.

I'll commit your memory to paper,
and drink a toast to it.

Baptized by the bottle.
Drinking to forget.