I diluted a part of myself
that I could no longer
retrieve until
I let myself go
in the sun dehydrating
the toxic liquid that filled me
with so much fantasy

Second glass..
First it was not enough..
You need more..
You have to forget..
You don't need to regret..
Second glass.
First is never enough..
You desire next .
You need to forget..
You have to escape.
You don't have to accept..
Second glass..
You deserve to escape..
You need to forgive..
You have to unlove.
You don't need to correct.
Second glass..
No ice.
Not today.
Not with Jack.
Not for us..
Second glass.
Is never enough..
For me .
From you..
No ice..
For love..
No kiss..
No next glass..
Just ..
Love..

Hello Jim, what woes and sorrows will you drown today.

I cheer to your listening ear, for my problems are many and my words are slurred and winded, but my ol' good friend you are long-suffering .

Nevertheless, I know my secrets will be washed away in your alcoholic oceans of the forgotten thoughts and washed up dreams left by many, and all will be well when I succumb to a foolish stupor and stumble where I trek.

Cheers to you Jim; allowing me to see my reflection when I deplete you.

A constant memento of what a good comrade you have been through and through.

At 6:00, I drank
to remember,
to swim in the nectar
of consequences secreted
over a lifetime.
At midnight, I drank
to forget.

—Ron Gavalik

There's water here
for you to drink
if you'll drink it

but there's beer in
your backpack

congrats

You're finished
as far as the county
's concerned where

as your backpack
clinks as you walk

*******

Upraised hairs on
your thigh north to
touch of cold fingers

you're still drunk
kid when will you

grow up