poets anonymous, or -- alcohol dehydrogenase oxidizes ethanol into acetaldehyde and requires Zn2+ as a cofactor

make my blood, alcohol
that is all.

water to wine?
lame.

parlour trick.

this classic miscegenation,
this mixology of hard and non-fermented,
this hedonistic chimerism,
this is dedication.

to an art,
a passion:
humanity's first commercialism;

humanity's first love.

humanity's only love if love is just chemicals,
which it is.
as a scientist i deduce this because when i stop--
and i revert--
there is no longer love,
because there is
no
longer
toxicity.

which is when i realize:
i hate my tissues
because i hate histology.
this existence is made worse
because i am conscious of it.

all the filaments and all the flesh,
unfortunately fertilized,
now compete with the other nine ova
that would have been prettier
smarter, nicer,
heavier, healthier, happier,
kinder, lovelier.

betterer?

bliss, which is just ignorance,
is justly achieved.
i throw a wrench into the metaphor
when i pour
out the liquor.



libations are statements and this one is all that i need.