POETRY



Drinking


My head feels dense,
My eyes sting,
I’m stumbling around,
Trying to find something.
What is it? I forgot.
Oh yeah, coffee pot.
No, that’s not it.
Maybe it was a space ship.
Nope wrong,
Was it short or long?
Now I remember I see the sign.
A neon light,
Is my guide.
I was out drinking,
So I forgot,
I was looking for a place,
That sold shots.