2057: Supping

We swilled bottled beers
[mine my first in months –
too quick to] – a thirsting

undiagnosed – I outvied
my dry host – it’ll be that
again if I [if I] find a love –

but I go with caution – a
fool rushes in – etc – & all
that stuff – A drunk’s fall

is never edifying – My sip
of auld poison’ll dribble
& someone will discover

my silent mess propped
up in a bar – slumped as
if my booze-envenomed

youth hadn’t readied me
to cope [these days I will
think about what I drink]

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