Lines of glass bottles
Out of near reach
Liquor flavored sips of hope

Men on corners
Who ease it down
Wear tattered plaid
Dirty beards
And unclean pasts
They wish for more

Women in black
Who savor the swig
Cry streaks on white sheets
Hopeful mornings
And helpless nights
They wish for more

Fathers in kitchens
Who knock back another
Yell and fight
Angered at reality
And possibilities faded
They wish for more

Teens in backseats
Who take rebellious gulps
Question what’s right
Longing for love
And praying for lust
They wish for more

Shattered glass bottles
Once filled with drops
Liquor flavored sips of hope