Saturday 24 July 2010

Drinking (with apologies to Dean Martin)


Drinking to forget,

or was it to remember?

I can’t remember.  


Or stand. 

Or even see my hand

sweeping the air in a grand

but empty gesture.


So I’ll have another for the ditch,

and then I’ll rest for a bit

after all, if you can lie

on the floor

without holding on

you’re not really pissed.

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