This is…

Not the life I wanted to lead

Not your average day of loopy well-being

Not the family I recognize as brethren

Not the word I dreamt up flowing from pen, blood and heart

Not the tensile stretch of muscle used in utmost longing, reach to beyond

No picture-book happiness of domesticity tamed

No anger or despair allowed to creep in

Save in the tumble – a little too loud – of ice cubes in a glass

as soon as cocktail hour will allow.

Fall into the flab of inane self-expression

with hiccup, giggle and gin.

Photo credit: cocktailbuzz.blogspot.com
Photo credit: cocktailbuzz.blogspot.com

 

Join me for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub, the friendliest online poetry forum.  Drinking or writing a poem about drinking is not strictly compulsory, though.