A Drinkin' Life...

Although I'm French descent, this poem is for the Irish, Celtic and Norman blood that runs through my veins. France was once called Gaul and it was conquered by the Normans. I believe this is why I am fascinated with pubs, taverns and bars. I like the idea of a good bar stool and good conversation. I've had the pleasure of meeting some of the most interesting characters in my lifetime just sittin' in a bar and drinkin';


Drinkin’

I’m self-taught at this thing.
The not-so-subtle art
of self-absorbing, self-destruction
in drinkin’.
The smell of mens’ breathes
in the bawdy, dingy dive bar rooms.
Holding one’s own upon stool
chairs that seldom level– see
his crooked, red-eyed stare?
A drinkin’ man knows to arrive
and call his order...now to leave
in polite disorder, before all hell
breaks loose within his frame
wrought from the years of a drinkin’ brain...