"Me"....In A Bottle

kinda what the title says

My sons pictures, a few comp notebooks filled,

Crumpled balls of paper, wadded and thrown,

Outcast ideas,

My miniature American flag next to my empty fifth of bourbon and an empty bottle of wine,

Clutter in my cramped space,

My ideas flow from this environment,

I dream them out,

Drink them out,

Write them out,

Cry them out yet nothing audible is emitted

Other than scratch, scratch followed by the crinkle of paper

The unwanted,

The unneeded,

The unwarranted now and again,

Plywood desktop staring back waits to begin,

The paper and pen conspire with my mind to stop all processes of my expression,

Other distractions readily available yet so easily avoided,

"Warning: choking hazard" the package reads

and corked ideas can't be coughed up

"Beam" the fifth reads and finally my light has been freed