In a Pint

[kince13]

In a Pint.
Kince, 10252009

He buried himself in a pint,
a sweet surrender of earthly delight,
trying to quiet the voices
for once
in his head
with all of his might.

He buried the thoughts
he wallowed in
deeply, in hopes that he
tonight would dream sweetly;
a soft slumber beckoned
from so far away.
He could taste it
on the tip of his tongue.

He buried himself in swiss almond goodness,
a carton container
containing a mess
of thoughts and voices
and tastes and dreams,
a mind-numbing pathway
to set his soul free.

Kince.