A Disciplined Drunk

It takes discipline to be a drunk.

8 bucks must be maintained when all the other bucks have cantered away.
8 bucks for a 1.3 ltr.12% alcohol by volume vessel of glass which by design points toward heaven.

Jesus drank wine.

There must be friends who listen to telecommuted
drunk talk twice a month. 
    
Such friends are not easily maintained.

Drunk sleep is  most marvelous of all.
It takes me on dates with Lee Marvin amid Marilyn Monroe bungalows
or out on glassine waters on floating neck bolsters with Cat as i pull golden
framed pictures of copper nautiluses from the aquiline water while Cat leans opposite
for ballast in a very warm, slight breeze..

The organs are dying.
Liver and heart compete to be first
and have been aged at 69 though 70
is a more efficient number.

The evenings with liter and Cat
are precious and tended like a fine garden.

Where will we travel this night?
i will wish for a visit with people i miss
as only disciplined drunks can do.
we can summon dreams forth like subjects from hazy kingdoms
and Cat will lean into me as we drift off
to palaces or beaches or Lee Marvin’s kitchen.
　
Cat knows he will be with me when
one or the other organ wins the toss
and he will walk with me to the edge of the property
where we’ll say our goodbyes and I’ll hop the fence.

me and Jesus will drink wine.

Cat will take my warm spot on the bed.