The Lone Sober Mind Poem by Henry Tong

Lingering
in the strawberry fumes
a drunk among the drunk
is sober.

The lost key in the air
the mumbles at the chair
the truth dictated fair
are sober.

And the ostrich,
buries its head
raw into the sand
to remain sober.

Suffocating sobers
are sobers, intoxicated
by the sobers
in the fume, in the bar.

I, the record keeper,
thence ask for a sober mind
who solemnly observed all
but were labeled 'drunk'.

Muttering
a crazy language, they
gathered to drink a potion
of poetry, not alone.