Poetry

Frustrated with all my clutter, I've started sorting through all the papers and stuff that are stored inside our room. I found some poetry that I wrote more than 20 years ago. I cringed at some of them but there are some that I wish to save. Like the poem below:

CAFÉ

Eyes crimson and heavy amidst vodka

conversations and cigarette breaths

I elude sleep, eat peanuts

spiced with gossip. Drink vodka

cooled with iced laughter.

I elude sleep but succumb 

To the amnesia of drunkenness