Swallowed

he opened the bottle convinced of his need.
swallowing the contents down before he sank
lost in a solution that is the problem.
just as the day before, the new day a blank—
a blank sheet adorning the deadly phantom,
this is the way of everyday and the nights
but not yet wondering what life has become.
he’ll find the bottle and hide away from lights,
deep into the drink and darkness he’ll recede.
again as the vodka poured in- he was drunk—
the bottle drank him down swallowing his bunk.