Old salt
The seal is chaplain to the sea;
I am her fool.
I took my crew to the devil,
and there we drank.
Poems on the topic: drink
Poems on the topic “drink” on Poets.by.
In practice
I practice loss,
lousy as a fool in
the king’s favor leaving
his things in
an open grave.
Strange to hear all
the murderers of a pint
part for home.
Vagrant
I drink alone.
The street is
a good play—
a way to see
home in all
directions.
Provision
He drank his business.
I left him
my poor housekeeping,
my scar of purple,
my purse—I promise—
and my house all night.
Conscript
To go to war
is to muster and shut up,
to exchange cheer for a cell.
I stay drunk, a thing
for finishing.
(No hope is to go.)
Stabat mater
The mother weeping
on her cross,
the mother who is hungry,
not a bit of meat left
in the house, having
signed things to a thief—
the little mother
is not ashamed
to drink alone.
Babel
Tower of marl, homely
in a chess set.
Fuddled, talking, the others fell.
The tower we made is quiet.
Overcome with drink, I ride in.
The tower stood waiting.
A man respects the discourse
of so many cavaliers.
Down and out
Broke, I look for a cell.
A brave press of confidence could gin me—
ice in an oven.
I drink and talk.
Handy
Drunk, I home in
on her fine gloves:
a church I give
a sermon to
while I sup.
Joinery
The master joiner agreed about
the many pretty pleasures
in a glass house.
Since he was married to drink,
we parted, I home
to my paper bed.
Drinking Alone
Where to find good company?
My father’s a pint of sack
and I a weak sea.
I bark in Latin
at a dozen bottles of wine.
A Drinking Reed
I fetch a friend to send to sea
and see a reed reckoning
the profits of drink.
How much to expect of vice?
I found all my desire
quite spoiled by reason.
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