Tonight's Poet Corner: That Old Drunk

That Old Drunk

by Belinda Roddie

Loosen up your limbs

with a drink or four.

Steins up! Glasses full!

Down crystalline shots

to even up the mental score.

You're not one to back down

from a stupid challenge, not

until you're expelling your

intestines into the nearest

cold, porcelain bowl. Steins down!
Glasses drained! Your poor wife

pulls your hair back and sings

to you as your edible regrets

of the day come pouring out

in a stream-of-conscious Faulkner

flow. Then it's back to the bar

to write a check. Go home, and

a bottle's waiting for you. Drink

half of it and go to sleep. Sweet

dreams! You won't remember

how much she loves you when

you wake up the next evening.