by Daniel Sciarra

3 A.M.
Mouth agape
Too much of
That Concord grape

Sandpaper tongue
Burning throat
My teeth are wearing
A winter coat

Around and over
The clothing heap
I hope I didn't
Catch that sheep

In the dank
And down the hall
I feel my way
Along the wall

To a faucet
Or Evian
Water kills
The zombie yawn

Door ajar
The Hollywood sequel
A Fridge Too Far

Spin the cap
Chug it fast
Thanking God
Relief at last

Heading back
To bed again
I swear
''I'll never drink again''

Settled in
To have it all
begin again

Now I have to go to the bathroom

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