Cigarettes and Wine

I think everything is going well for me,
Until I get drunk by the river
And start pressing cigarettes into my bare thigh.
Oblivious to the people around me,
And all that their horrified eyes can see.
I woke up this morning
With blistered legs and stones in my head.
I can't think anymore, I can't walk anymore.
Stationary, mute, I let life wash over me.
It pulls me under but the blisters and empty wine bottles
Bring me bobbing back up to the surface,
Treading water and waiting for the next tsunami.