Please Respect the Walking Drunk
No music
uplifting, soft or loud.
My nerves and liver
have been tenderized
with traumatic alcohol tremors all night.
Be gentle as I descend the stairs
a pale ghost of myself.
No, no fried eggs or smoked kippers!
Black coffee perhaps,
but keep pouring it over my head
until I awake.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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