I used to drink too much.
When I was drunk I could really mean
what I said
and it felt like honesty.
It got me in fights of course
with the other drunks
or my girl
or both.
It definitely increased my chances
of getting laid
but
trying to cut
through all the bullshit
just seemed
to pile it higher.
Nowadays
I don’t need to drink
to borrow a spade
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Hey Cal, thanks for stopping by, as always I really appreciate it. I had a discussion with Dave Ochs about his last poem and the merits/demerits of subtlety in poetry. In Dave's case, I'd missed his (subtly made)point and therefore underrated his poem. Recently I find myself wanting to tell commentators exactly what I meant by poems but I reckon they either get the job done or they don't. This may be one that doesn't, I don't know. We've discussed our relationships with drink before and I admire and respect people who take on 'the beast' when they see drink become that. I sometimes wonder did I just delude myself about how much control I had. But nowadays nobody would suggest I had a drink problem.
Anyway, nice doing poetry with you as always. >W<


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