drunk | Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: drunk

babysitting a migraine at four a.m. as a drunk moon glimmers with little to no hope,

all while singing some gospel of blithering blistering bloat of a song that means nothing to a mother of four

crossing her legs for the first time,

despite not knowing the meaning of sans espoir, mon amour,

so please close the door

I sometimes wish I could say racist things unironically,

perhaps while drunk,

but instead I only play brilliant chess while drunk,

that’s not true,

I have some of the best sex while drunk,

that’s not true,

I write really thought provoking stuff while drunk,

that’s definitely not true,

I meander through my house with a hoarse voice

out of breath

feeling a lot older than I am

trying to remember something thought provoking;

then realizing I haven’t had an original thought since college,

and even that’s questionable,

and I tell myself I need to stop drinking

and I will

after tonight, or maybe next week,

before long I forgot because I sobered up

in bed with a disappointed wife who keeps kicking me and telling me my breath stinks

Fred Aiken Writing