To mr Berryman after his being hung over

Could not

collapse I want a drink I want the foolish lick of vodka and orange juice
I awoke after a smather'd pasted falling down (drunken)

I want to slip slide somewhere west and east and not be here but
rise from sleep
I wish to find myself not here when I awake.

alive in the window
the wretched mind will not take me (however)
"the boredom is everywhere mr bones"

the morning will come I am afear'd sir

we must let poor faded curtain-light pronounce
and try to forgive the world-weary dear boy.
haven't you enough to do without the guilt?

Reviews

[Penlady]

OJ and vodka (and to vary, tomato juice and vodka) accompanied me on some remarkable adventures, both happy and sad, now I traipse along alone, having learned, that the spirits most important are the
ones inside, not poured into a glass...live and learn...however wish I was young again!

[Penlady]

oh, my....glad I'm just reading this and not enduring it...your "alive writing," has felt it for me...

[Lydia Shutter]

How many have had a bit too much vodka and OJ in the hopes of waking up somewhere different and under different circumstances only to find out in the wee hours the vodka has worn off and the headaches (literal and figurative) remain? Guilt does nothing to help, does it? Good writing. Lydi**