Apart
I go by the clock below,
rising in the west.
I drink all night.
Within me, a morrow
given up to another.
I lie alone all night.
Poems on the topic: drink
Poems on the topic “drink” on Poets.by.
Tribute
We dine on our knees
and drink to my dead cook,
my mind taken up
with my own sin.
Threesome
I give thanks for love
and lasting kindness
and how much we drink and stink
mouth to mouth,
my wife, a bottle and I.
Of Ships and Bottles
A bottle in a ship in a boat:
what arms and flags?
Silk clothes, a rich
noise of fiddlers.
What will be the entertainment?
Jurates of the town
and the vice-admiral.
Where to drink?
In the lost ship,
in bed in my cabin,
where I gave the bottle
a merry good night.
Drunk-think
The day being very pleasant,
I drank like a drunk, very pleasant,
and puzzled about finding out
the meaning of the holes
and merry spigot
in my head.
Mare Desiderii
Infinity makes
my head full.
I have been king
of the sea where
we drank and drank
till water was
the wish of all.
My mind is still
in the drink.
Out of Order
In a painted sea, what to write?
A letter taking tomorrow back?
But we sat and drank till drunk
and began to talk foolishly.
How to change?
I drink drink drink, for I find
it puts me out of order
in the name of liberty,
king for a day.
Fat Tuesday
After talking about going to sea,
after drinking with a butcher and a violin,
after bacon, capons and fritters,
after singing and drinking,
after a dance or two with my lord,
soberly and without fear
I lay awake.
Sighting
Ill with pleasure ill took,
ill at the Salutation Tavern,
I drank till overcome,
and so see a unicorn
of the king’s hunt
hung in church
again.
Mr. P.’s Zen
I sat za zen,
we sat zen za,
we drank many healths
to Mr. Zan.
There was nothing at all left
of this day’s work.
Mr. P.’s blues
A rose told my thoughts
and I took to drink,
dined with my troubles—
the money horse,
the rose that brought
a slow hell home.
Old drunk
Lit again.
If my absence were
with her
I could carry my age.
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