drunk and disgusting
I sing out of key,
pounding the arm of my chair
like a percussion instrument
I pause to sip a beer,
I’m a spider
my ego the fly,
trapped in awareness
my ego drinks the web,
free and floating
I’m thrown to the floor,
with a
the futility
of sobriety,
of drinking,
of loving,
of hating,
with this new insight I answer the door:
“Will you keep the goddamn noise down!
I’m trying to sleep!!
I nod submissively
and wonder why
she doesn’t bring me flowers.
1988
Accepted for publication in Cramped and Wet – IA – 1990