I’m looking for all the right answers

in all the wrong places

deeply contemplating whether

my future lies in the bottom

of a five dollar glass of port

as I inhale its heady vapours

and try to divine

the reflections of smoke and light

in the twilight garnet

in which I’m trying to drown

my fears and inhibitions

I feel I’ve fallen headlong

unstoppable

scrambling madly to catch myself

before I suffer my demise

I open my mouth to scream

feeling tenuous grip give way

as I find no answer in the

empty glass