Drunk POetry
I.
I was in the train
Drunk
And two people were speaking French
No Italian and
I'm drunk sitting next to a woman, Emanuel,
who has used riche in her crossword
I'm about to cross the street
when I see the fucking homeless guy who is erratic
and unpredictable making more sense than. I am
as he pushes his cart of life across the street
and I feel heavy with the weight of my libations
II.
I feel like one of those dolls on chatty chitty bang bang
mechanical sloppy, dancing,
wound by someone else
III.
When I'm drunk I tell myself to think like a sober person
and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't