Busy Intoxication

Don't ask me how I know

my feet can’t keep still
soles and toes feeling the grainy wooden table legs
like the busy antennas on an ant
except my feeling isn’t necessary for survival
or exploration or avoiding starvation
but maybe I need it to know my world
where I am at this very moment
whether I am sitting or standing
or what kind of place I am seeing
with my eyes
since eyes cannot always be trusted
especially when they’ve been watching
bottle after bottle empty
and pile up on the kitchen counter

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Too much drink can make us loco. I liked the description leading to proper ending. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Abhishekizy]

I love this line "like the busy antennas on an ant"..... very constructive. Thanks for sharing

[Asante]

I loved the way this carried me along as a reader, almost like riding shotgun to the words of this poem. This is very visual, and exceptionally strong. Great work!

[E G TEN]

Our Sight deceive us the most, I enjoy the journey
of this poem Gabi, it's a quite a sensational poem,
Very cool' EG.