DRINKING ALONE

Drinker, drinker, burning

 bright, unbridled hoarse

throat, truther of the empty well, playing

follow the liter.

Sometimes

simply brewing

coffee makes rain. Starts

water

works. Uphill holds no

downpour. It is

the first. Drinking is a permanent

companion. It fixes time.

My religion,

my science, I worship rigidness. I

plan and God chuckles,

pours a drink, answers Chuy

from Boulder’s plea.

Godhood hard, manhood

harder, being present not omnipresent

the hardest. Sobriety doesn’t make

me a saint. Drinking isn’t

my Beelzebub. Distance

is my higher power. Everyone’s success

is an affirmation

of my failure. Looking at the moon

is time travel, peering exactly

one second into the past.

Achievement is the hangover of a need.