DRUNKENNESS
The tankards that night were all
filled with beer - a heavy new beer
brought fresh and live from somewhere.
It had the dark, audacious ghost of both
a coffee and a wine - the sort of thing drunk -
one would think - only under duress.
-
It didn't stop us. Nothing stopped us.
We didn't let anything stop us.
We stayed and sat - hours prolonged
with waiting and wanting and, yes,
eventually weaving.
-
And oh that we dissembled :
slurred fragmented conversations
brought to doilies and stump deliberations.
Words, felled and trapped, spread over
ideas half-baked through mouths washed-out
with ales sold as soap to the barren barter.
Drunkenness : oh what the hell.
The tankards that night were all
filled with beer - a heavy new beer
brought fresh and live from somewhere.
It had the dark, audacious ghost of both
a coffee and a wine - the sort of thing drunk -
one would think - only under duress.
-
It didn't stop us. Nothing stopped us.
We didn't let anything stop us.
We stayed and sat - hours prolonged
with waiting and wanting and, yes,
eventually weaving.
-
And oh that we dissembled :
slurred fragmented conversations
brought to doilies and stump deliberations.
Words, felled and trapped, spread over
ideas half-baked through mouths washed-out
with ales sold as soap to the barren barter.
Drunkenness : oh what the hell.
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