First time I got
drunk it was 7s & 7
My ‘derring-do’s’ in
Vietnam, and predicaments of my life just then
pure lies – so I
loved alcohol;
we were sitting
around a fire on the beach –
my stories stretched
much further than the others’ so my bait worked,
and yet I was
comatose…
She took my vomit on
her lap as majesty
yet, what oblivion?,
and would I wake up the next day and be able to
perform?...
Seriously,
(What I gained from
alcohol was loss…
this no morality
tale, but gestus)
We wasted a whole
season, so it had become unavoidable loss
which we both
craved.
Once again drunk,
without some prize in sight,
but even so,
Her smiles linger.