GASAHOL

GASAHOL

The oil in my mouth
tastes like lies
all the chemical untruths
are slick petroleum
on my tongue that slide

I want to spit it out
but the distillates are between my teeth
gumming up the works
a smoldering fire water
that chokes me as I breathe

my lip linings are saturated
the wound sutured, washed with gasoline
a sick alcohol poison
that bites with a venomous sting

and my words
are fossil fuel fumes
burning up dangerous emotions
sending them off into the atmosphere
of fear
tetraflurocarbons
invisible monoxide gas
released in daily portions
sitting at the bar, I have another glass.