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.
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.
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