bukowski inspired sentimental drab

[dylanboi]

when the room stops spinning
when the gravel eating into my stomach
digs a cave
explodes granite and top soil
with a fiery hunger then sucks
my stomach tissue and acid into the abyss
of puke and belligerent attempts at sex
i'll lock gaze with his beautiful green eyes
and know my heart has returned from it's place of alcoholic abandon