Drunken Master Poem by mifael llauderes

Drunken Master



Following the staggering footsteps
Of a drunken man
Is his own vomit and
Loud inward drunken parlance

And the reeking air
Of his decadence
Draws the rats like shadows
Closer as he halts for balance

His instinct brings him
Whereto only it knows
Flailing in the boneless air
Entangling tongue, limbs, tongue

Banging the invisible walls
He gathers all his drunken strength
To help him break the fall
A grunt from his half-filled lung

But don’t pity the man he’s happy
It is the hour of the unholy
One with the dogs in the alleys
Keeping the dawn at bay

And when the morning comes
He’ll creep for the farthest nook from the sun
He doesn’t let go of the night
Home with the rats and the eerie

While the day will pass empty of him
So the rest of the world will turn
While he lies there ill night-drenched
The cold of the ground will return

And so with the fading daylight
He’ll scavenge around for a loose spirit
To link all the gaps together
Of what sobriety has put asunder

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