I channeled my inner Edgar Allen Poe and binge drank myself into unconsciousness;
with all the sorrow in the world, what else can you do?
my mantra was “Raven, “Raven” as I downed another dark liquor
I was fortunate to be blessed that evening
with such a connoisseur of the late night scene
who acted as social director; a social tsarina
until slipping into a stupor she needed help carrying
courtesy of jack daniels or johnny walker
or one of his brothers
we never did come to a consensus on whether
you can be resigned to fate but can you resign from fate?
the answer becoming drowned among the ice and glasses
verifiably lost at sea
bobbing along heads barely above water
with no known coordinates that the navy or coast guard could search
the absurdity of it all
yet we continually re-enlisted
now spilling out into the dark twisty streets
back alleys of ill repute
the home of the city’s nefarious
but to be fair, we’ve all had our moments of indiscretions
moments when we look back and try
to look the other way
