A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

ex-alibi

Alcohol doesn't make you anything.

Everything I say is trivial, but
it means so much to me. So maybe


you won't find it so. It releases
inhibitions. Except

I've never had any
notable
inhibitions, so maybe
it increases inclinations?
I don't buy it. It's a depressant!

How could it? The point is

Who you are. If you hide it,
if you spin it, alcohol

decreases your chance
to do that.

Don't blame it

for who you are. But
if others will extend you
that common excuse? Hey,

don't let them fool you.
Wherever you've gone
too far,
too far,

too far.

That was you.

You are
way above rock-bottom, now
and feeling quite pleasure,
forget "no pain." Take stock

of your life
and your self

while you're drunk. It's
all of it you. Grasp,
and reach.

See what that does to your
brain.


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