Inebriation [poem]
Each time you phone me
in a drunken state
I want to throw up in my face
so I can feel the self-disgust
which you must feel
to want to risk all trust
between us.
Each time you phone me
like a drunken sop
I want to cry myself to sleep
so all my tears will take the place
of all you drink;
and no more salted sea
between us.
Each time you phone me
in a drunken stupor
I want to fall myself downstairs
so I can feel the harm you do
to lovely you
which rips at all the love
between us.
Each time you phone me
in a drunken haze
I want to slur my words in rage
so I can feel confusion reign
upon the page
and never read the words
between us.
Each time you phone me
in drunken oblivion
I want to end it once for all
so I can’t have your face in mind
as it once was
when everything was well
between us.
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 