finally ready. By David Boski

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.