Drunkard In A Shapeless Form Poem by Dorsey Baker

Just like a drunkard forever
Stumbling-almost fainting; almost falling; just
Like a drunkard struggling to be sober!
Silver quicksand turn into a river of tears
With waters deep and murky-
Cloudy morning and
Cold rainy night!
Sweet escape into nothingness
Where nowhere exists-
Drunkard in perfect
Disguises; certainly unaware of the danger present!
A drunkard watches himself
In the naked glass eye!
His hideaway
Place mostly vacant; except for-
Freedom itself!