the beer flows freely
the memory fades quickly
the depression disappears—
momentarily at least.
as the hangover waits patiently
building its strength.
the whiskey makes an appearance
the regrets build up
the opinions are spoken
the arguments and debates follow
the cigarettes breathe
like a bottle of uncorked wine
and the sleep hits you
harder than a prize fighter can.
while the dreams take a night off
before you wake up confused—
the hangover finally ready.
David Boski lives in Toronto. His poems have appeared in: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Horror Sleaze Trash, Under The Bleachers, Down in the Dirt, Beatnik Cowboy, Winamop, Ramingo’s Porch, Cactifur, North Of Oxford and elsewhere. His chapbook “Fist Fighting and Fornication” is out now and available through Holy&intoxicated Publications.
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