I Hate Jim Beam Poem by Juan Olivarez

I hear a cock crow,
And I open my eyes.
My mouth feels dry,
Just like cotton.
And it tastes terrible.
The proverbial question,
Comes to mind.
Where's the cat?
I sit up in bed,
And I find,
My eyes are'nt open, after all.
Why did I think I had opened them?
I have a terrible thirst.
I rub my eyes,
And finally scrape,
Enough crud away,
So that I can really open them.
I get up and stumble,
On an empty Jim Beam bottle,
And bang my elbow on the dresser.
I stumble into the bathroom,
And start to pee,
But quickly I realize,
It's the hamper,
And not the toilet,
And quickly I stop the stream,
I've done it now.
I stumble to the kitchen,
And try to open the fridge.
But it's the kitchen closet.
Wiser now,
I turn to the big white appliance,
On the east wall,
And manage to open the door.
I grab the cold water,
And take a drink.
It tastes just like pure honey.
It tastes wet, It feels so good,
Going down.
I take the container with me,
And I walk out on the front porch.
In my underwear.
Gonna be another hot one.
God I never realized,
How much,
I hate Jim Beam

10/27/10 Alton Texas