the usual wine <br />the favorite rhum and the well sought vodka <br />or martini <br />scotch on the rocks or you common margarita <br />or bloody mary... <br />a glass, another glass, more glasses <br />an open mouth, more words, a flood of ideas that come when the <br />spirits stir you to more shores and islands.. <br />you let go things and monsters and angels long stored in your <br />vocabulary, you're a book with some pages sticking <br />for you seldom open <br />only sometimes when things really get rough when the heart wants to speak <br />because it is too full and your mouth has nothing better to do except to speak, <br />then the many glasses take you to many places and you face many people <br />long dead and gone <br />and you speak to them without fears now <br />direct to the point <br />confrontational and you learn how is it to shout <br />less civil, bursting manners, regrets cracking out like fireworks <br />and then you mellow down <br />for this enlightening moment of <br />why, yes why did all those things happen to you? <br />some explanations <br />like how towel to your neck and face <br />a soft massage on your arms and back <br />a woman with a beautiful body and sealed mouth <br />gentle eyes and a certain <br />professional indifference <br />you refuse an offer for the night because you just want to go home <br /> <br />someone is waiting and you feel so guilty <br />it is late and you need nothing now but a good sleep <br />in the house.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-unique-kind-of-drunkeness/
