In The Semi-Dark Before Dawn

Rancid saliva, a pounding head
And sleep-sealed eyes
Are all that greet me in
The half light of the
Early morning.

Reach for the bottle of vodka
On my bedside table,
Make the taste of my own mouth
Go away, get shot to hell.
But I'm only sucking on air,
No salvation in the depths of
Labelled glass.