Drunk on a Locked-up Lullaby-NaPoWriMo-Day 24

Behind bars, I’m mental, menthol,
basket case encased in absinthe, aerial,
all-ears kind of awesome animal.
Ambrosia is an amber backstabber,
booze full of anxiolytic chill-out effects,
my appetite for aperitific strong in the
bastille, a freak flipping out in the cadence
of the silent isolation, a caesura, a caress
that makes me high and hyped, the fresh
breeze suddenly hitting on me, and the
celadon tint bubbling like champagne,
sucking me up in its drunk stupor, and
finally helping me to escape wonderful madness.


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