Help Me, I Can't Walk

The wooden chair hurts

and is most likely only there because it matches

the table atop of which lies my drink

because of which 

I am extraordinarily drunk

and as a result of which 

I will most likely vomit;

but before

my head falls

and  my guts wrench 

and I pray to God

for him to make it stop

just hand me one more

Listen to the man play his guitar

and allow me 

to get lost within the fabric of his sound;

have a drink with me

my darlin’ before the song ends and 

I ruin the slight chance I had of snaggin’ you

before my head wrapped itself around a toilet bowl;

end the night now, with me, before I end it alone

just me and my glass

and the song that will record itself in my head

until morning.