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]