Lone Inebriant Poem by Bill Galvin

He said, I trusted in the Universe
To get me outta here;
Now I'm waitin' on another verse,
To be tellin' me just where.

A woman's tellin' me I should be alone;
So it's no matter where I aim,
It's certain not to be like home;
But I guess I'll get there just the same.

Tho I don't know where it is I'm goin';
Don't know where my seeds will be a-sowin',
No matter where it is I aim,
I'll get there just the same.

And I'll find out in the mornin' time,
If it's a good place to be;
I'll find out if the world is mine,
If it's the place for me.

And if it isn't, I'll restart this theatric play,
And begin another wistful search,
And maybe drink, and maybe pray,
For another fate from this Universe.

I'll drink or pray for another fate;
But I'll be outta here.
And I'll get there, tho I may be late;
But I just won't know where.

2-26-2016