I'm Going To Drink Under The Black Moon Poem by Hebert Logerie

Tonight
Under the black moon
I am going to drink
More than Carl Brouard
To forget my troubles.

When I drink alone
In the woods
Near the river
In wintertime
I feel frustrated, far from the green smiles.

Mother Nature is white
I no longer see the beautiful hips
The hot, unsheltered and bituminous summers
So I feel saddened and annoyed.

Far from the umbrella shaped petticoats
I get angry, strange, bored
Inebriated to live better
And get lost to be happy.

Tomorrow is the last day of carnival
I'll boogie in the dirty streets
Where I will avoid the banal cabals
Then, disguised as a drunk, I'll be at the ball.

Haitian poet, Carl Brouard
Wherever the hell you are tonight
At the bottom of the funnel
After all, I'll read your poems, write and drink
Then I'll shut the closet door very hard.

P.S. This is a translation of my French poem:
Je Vais Boire Sous La lune Noire

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.