the gamblin’ fool
sits on the dark, not gambling,
somber and sober.
sombriety
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days
days
awaken mutter
swing legs over bed edge
gain footing dazedly walk
uneven urinary flow
clumsiness with pills
flossing finds a tender gumslot
the shower curtains are defiant
shampoo lather migrates to eye
despite caution a foot slips
another day takes the stage
there will be breathing and walking
reading and ridicule
warm inner glow of a good meal
flesh degradation under a relentless sun
a return home and an exhausted flop
we build cathedrals of days
altars and gargoyles apses and pews
sanctuaries against oblivion
sobriety adds sturdiness
friendship is the mortar
and every hour is another brick
unsober october
Once upon a time, when the American Film Institute was honoring Jack Nicholson’s lifetime of cavorting, Dustin Hoffman took the lectern and advised Jack to “be drunken.” He was quoting a French poet, Apollinaire I think but am not sure. It’s on YouTube if you’re curious, but be warned: you may be sucked in and watch hours of actors teeing off on each other.
Anyway-I mean Unsober in the life-inebriant sense. You don’t need Chianti for that but I did need its K sound for the poem.
Uncork & now sing a Calypso
New bodies now ride the ecliptic
Some zombies have crept from the crypt
O let us now toast with Chianti omnipotent super dog Krypto
Beseme mucho with lip-lock & -throb
Eat husk-roasted ye Corn on ye Cobbe
Rouse ye the rabble the drabness to clobber
One with Clay, Image and Text 