Amber Cider Blues

What happens I get drunk and honest

I don't regret the words
I regret the timing
the reason, the booze
that lubricated my lips
into moving and saying
things better left
to my own thoughts
my own head

"I want to say the words..."

No, don't. I'm already
paying the price
of my honesty with
your silence, giving me
doubts, regret
and a wish for
a time machine
to the point where
I think it would be
brilliant to drunk
text before midnight
followed by a five minute
voice telling me
that it's perfectly
okay when

I know it's not

You don't know how
to lie very well
Keep hanging out
with me, and I can
teach you a trick or three
about hiding behind
a mask of calm

If this is the way it's going
to go, I think
I may slam on the brakes
hard enough to give
the both of us whiplash

I don't want that
I want normalcy
I want you without

strings
conditions
promises

I'm patient, being patient
I don't want to rush
but my feet are wet,
warm, I'm ready to swim

Reviews

[Doctor JKC]

I have become so careful with drink,
mostly keeping the practice once
a week in my very own room.
Mistakes and too much said have
made me afraid of myself.
I can be so "out to lunch."
As we all can be when well lubed.
(Check out the poem Open email to Liz
to see just how bad it can all go.)

Whatever, just be yourself
and keep on writing wonderful poems.
Hugs, Jack

[Narnie]

Drink loosens sense but sometimes that's a good thing. People just need to realise that and then everything's okay. Amber's Cider Blues... what a wonderful title, wonderful words winding down from.

[Hippy]

i like this good peice though you say ore like an ore you mine i think you mean or instead but i could be wrong