Sunday, June 19, 2016

In Drunkenness (A Poem)


When I was drinking I was as a ship that had wandered beneath a stormy ebon moon—
In the morning, a disastrous sun bent sailor.

When fully awake from the night’s drunk, my head lay heaving. My temples like oaks, and my heart tremulous.
Forgetting all, save, I could not dream, if indeed I did?

I do recall how I became an unfeeling shadow, drinking beer to beer to beer, cigarettes one after another, as my mind went from realms to zones on stools in sour-smoky bars.

They were all windless evenings, repeated. One not so unlike the other: with perilous eyes of sleep.
I sought to fathom the gulf-enclosing earth, in a swirling gloom.


Note: the author has been sober for 32-years.
By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. H.c. (Poet Laureate) Copyright © 6-2016