Last Friday evening I drank several whiskey and waters
Not enough to make me stupid
A spike in happiness felt like insight to me
He felt around my neck for a pulse
And spewed out warnings with impatience
What brought my night to an end
And what made him angry at being called out here
I needed to be the fool for the evening
And snap to attention when no one laughs
I needed a lot of other things
But they didn't come so I'll wage war on the other things instead
Just outside of being poor enough
Is a group of people who never share anything
They might give you a slap in the face
But they expect something back in the way of gratitude
I needed to uproot all that is clinging, preventing movement
And in ten years time I'll need to do it again
Periods in between of inebriated hi-jinks
A fix of calamity that eases stale routine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I needed to uproot all that is clinging, preventing movement And in ten years time I'll need to do it again'..is really beautiful. A very nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.