Cheers

When the day starts

as a screaming alarm clock

instead of a gentle nudge,

and all the ghost of midnight

still stomp around in the head,

a drink is the best prophet

for inspiring visions,

because the news will still spill doom,

while people will always

find ways to take away your dreams.

 

Little sips to summons smiles,

gazes through honeyed inebriated views

paints an amber hue over the chaos

until it can all look like gold

so one can forget what is just trash

since the garbage collector

will never stop coming

someday you know he’ll come for you too

with a box to shove your life,

but until that time arrives

just sit back and toast life’s lunacy

while getting a reservation for happiness

someone you’ve yet to visit

that you know will have a bar.