March 29, 2007

I’ll have two muller rice
‘fore I’ll dive
my drunken bones
clear into bed.
I’ll nearly throw them up
but no, I’ll drink a cup of tea

It’ll be like I’m swimming
when I find my rest
I’ll curse myself for being inept
Before I’m even drunk
My sheets will be a mess.

I’ll know that I am lacking.
I’ll know
if only I was neater
my drunkenness would then
be easier.

But I am not.
And I am drunk.

My way to stop myself
from throwing up into my throat
is simply just
to write a poem.

And this is it.
it’s not more interesting.

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