Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Poem #12

I know of the long years that you have spent waiting
to see me drunk on liquor, wine, or beer.
But what I think is much more intoxicating
is feeling and knowing that you are near.

I'm pretty much a teetotaler, in case you don't know. Beth's never seen me drunk. Actually, nobody's ever seen me drunk. But Beth has long been curious as to how I would behave drunk.

I think this is one of my most successful poems. It has nice rhymes, but it has narrative integrity, so it doesn't seem (at least in my opinion) like I was stretching to make the rhymes work.

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