Is it alright
to drink this much wine?
I ask myself this
every night.
It is usually too late
by then
to have any sobering thoughts
but still,
this much wine,
this much quiet,
is it all too much?

The radio comes on
with a hiss and a whine
and isn't it always
the same type of song?
A lonely sax
so distant,
a foghorn,
and then a voice
velvet and deep
beckons you
to enter the song
and be as sad
as he.

Is it alright
to drink this much wine?
When it makes you fall asleep
mid sentence
and everything you had planned
is too far
to reach
because the elixir
has taken you out
and when you wake
it is too late.

It's 11:30PM every time
and the walls, the stair rails
are your saviors
and if you make it to bed
at all, unscathed,
it's a battle won.

You lost your clothes
somewhere between
the third and fourth glass
and when you find them
they look like
crumpled up pieces of poetry
from a wine-stained notebook.

So is it alright
to drink this much wine?
Will I die in a fiery crash
or silently, alone,
with my glass of Tempranillo?

All questions
worth cheersing to.

02/04/2016

Posted on 02/04/2016
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