A Poem After Drinking

I wrote this poem after a night of drinking.  I would like to read other people's poems after they have been drinking.  Hopefully good poems after drinking...


A Hard Drink Night
by Matt Catania

I’m slapdash piss drunk

with sweat I don’t intend to make

I’m making a lot of noise

I don’t intend to make

I feel a cold sweat pore on the small

of my neck

as it drips form on my head

forehead…

sweatin’ whatever I didn’t intend to drink.

A Christmas CD is playing

in my CD player

on the first warm day of the year.

I don’t intend to make

a scene

but I play it out

like any fool who shouldn’t

I’m louder than quiet

I’m dumbly profound

or the other way ‘round.

Nah, I’m smart.

Eyes on me – normally

It’s scary – but see

how

it’s okay

now,

‘cuz

I don’t care.  No pig

drenched in shit and mud

is as crude as I –

but shit, it me, don’t

deal go.

I don’t intend to make

a friend tonight

I’m just gonna wear

my stool at the bar.

Sure I seem sad –

come talk to me!

Please: I want you

not to.

Just do.

Become sex

I don’t intend to make

tomorrow come.

Where did the time go?

It’s now,

now now

now now,

then then

was just a dream

(it did seem).

I don’t intend to make

Tomorrow.

I’m tired.

I’m home.