Retrospective: A Day with the Bottle

We're going to drink tonight,

and not give a damn what the family says.

We're going to get creative, write,

and let the alcohol guide our thoughts,

as we pour out our versions of honesty.

We'll start with a beer at 8,

move on to vodka at 10,

and finish up with

a soul cleansing shot of Daniel's at 2 a.m.

How about a roundelay of sorrow,

a sonnet of regret,

a haiku of what we didn't do,

a cinquain of innocence,

or a fucking prose poem about sin?

Let's hang our words

out like the clothes on a line.

Let them be stolen, or left to dry,

stiffen, not doing a damn thing but cleansing.

Let's tell it as it is,

Ice melts, love dies.

We move into the ground not

to some great paradise in the sky.

Let us pour the intoxicants into our mouths

for this may be the last time we speak.

All the chasers in the world are not

going to make a difference in tomorrow.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain