only twice in my life have i got drunk
first being a twenty-something in Germany
formerly East plied with green-faced
Jägermeister in the shadow of a wedding
second in Spain much later on the eve
of the feast of St. Ignatius when with quiet diligence
i drank the last inches of many orphaned bottles
to save their wine from a wanton destiny with the drain
only twice
but now that i listen a little closer
to the tavern-chanting these neighbourhood mystics
slur i’m sure i’ve lived too sober
so i vow to intoxicate my remaining days
with as many divine sun-ups and sets
as in my thick bloodstream i can get.