Drinking and Writing
The slurred myth of poet-drunks
being superior to sober poets
is only bar-talk between bullshitters
after two in the morning.
I mashed that self-destruct button
for a whole decade and got no gut-feeling
other than a sick one.
I lost valuables and fell in the streets,
racked up regrets and grievances, woke up
on the bottom half
of a wheeling depression
after nights of bad sleep in a backwards dream.
Dionysus never imbued me with the wisdom
of the vine. I never
saw the point of the moon
after a jug of wine.
What I gained in courage
I lost in dependency:
Booze only inspired
poor spelling
and a trip to the pisser
every three lines.
by Ryan Dowling
´Dionysus never imbued me with the wisdom
of the vine. I never
saw the point of the moon
after a jug of wine.
…
Booze only inspired
poor spelling…’
Ηonest; intelligent; great.
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Thank you, Basilike.
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