There Are No Bubbles

there are no bubbles in vodka
nothing sinks and rises
everything that drinks eventually dies
the challenges fought and forgotten
lost in the lack of bubbles
on the viscous horizon
tonight i star gaze
my farsight is greater than my
attachments or my home
land fading into the night
each and every distraction
i transfer all my energy
into just treading
never exhaling
there are no bubbles escaping
fishbowl lense and tunnel vision
the tears are falling with no love in sight
no glove to grip
no soul to smother
nothing but drunken stutters and emotional blunders
you ate my last supper
with relish and mayo
must have been fishy
im tasting the hangover
receding into history
and smoke filled mystery
a confabulation of disastrous idolatry
there are no bubbles in this drowning society
a snowglobe cracked and gushing misery
my feelings arent feeling
no specificity
so grand to idle in the want of infinity
dreams are accomplished by inequality
i wish i had a house
on the coast of indecency
id sacrifice my clothes
for a taste of true immortality
naked on a beach
or naked and swimming
till im falling into dark water
till im at peace and sinking
there are no bubbles above me
just the sun faintly shining
through layers of iridescent impossibilities
like a swan molting
im a feather gently alighting
sucked into a current with no end
the light is growing darker
my life i can no longer defend
gently rise into the bottom of the sea
its only me
unimportant
just another beating heart
in a vast confusing ocean