DRINKING ALONE

Retiring to the lounge on some rigid creaking chair, to ponder on the day with a hollow ghastly stare. I read Henry Miller and Leonard Cohen too, with faith in Nick Cave and brothers Bad Seeds to get me through. Tonight I’ll make the most and with my shadow share a toast to staying home and sinking, while drinking, I'm drinking alone

In this kitchen with no silver I’m the barkeep who delivers pours of dark and molten liquid guaranteed to hurt your liver. Then leaning on the bench I have it take my weight, let my pour burn holes in timber and the shots then shoot me straight. Pushing back towards the hall I walk with help from the wall to yet another room with bottles and where my tired bones can fall.

I take a page from friend Bukowski, his thoughts seem just like mine, I pour a heavy handed mug of cheap and nasty wine. The mug says life’s a beach but in this cold and unkind room I float above the ground on tins that seal my tomb. For tonight I've made the most and with my shadow shared a toast to staying home and sinking, while drinking, i'm drinking alone.

Muttering in the corner about the distance to the door, the boards of wood spread a stretching plane across the floor. My muscles tight and aching, bent crooked and confused, I shake my head to get it right, my eyes are gleaming and bemused. Feeling heavy, feeling weak I drop back down to a seat, I’ll have to wait another minute because just moving has me beat.

Rising slowly to my feet, my knees and lumbar crack like thunder calling from the clouds that hover on my back. I catch my face in some spill rolling slow across the floor, give myself a cheeky wink and grab the bottle for some more. Slinking down the hallway heading for another door where music is blaring so I can howl along until I’m sore.

I stagger feeling clumsy but I could walk through walls, the room is spinning colours and I’m feeling eight foot tall. I yell some things out the window to some people passing by, then pull some photos off the stand to sway with them until I die. Tonight I’ve made the most and with my shadow made a toast to put some bottles down and have my sorrows drowned. I’m only drinking, I’m drinking alone.