Afraid

Delirious sex

And delirium tremens,

Religion of Jah

With a jaw just like Satan's,

A ruinous hex

And a road going far,

One glass of dog milk,

A liminal bar,

 

A minimal bar of what's left of your brain,

A half-empty jar of the people you swayed,

A cigarette butt with a nicotine stain,

One gutted mermaid and one gutted maid —

 

And suddenly you are no longer afraid.