#109 Kinda Drunk

It's four A.M.
I'm on the phone.
My world is turning.
I'm texting you.

Seasick -lovesick- sailor,
I stumble upstairs. 
All fours, animalistic.
Discovery Channel, baby. It's a natural view.

I'm lapping at the waterhole-
of my bathroom.
Hope I won’t spill out 
into the sea.
Pop a pill or two 
against how wretched
this body of water tomorrow will be.

Fall into smooth sailings,
bed bobbing underneath.
Drifting off into deep slumber,
my sickness stuck,
charting dangerous territory.

A night to remember,
a night to forget
and underneath these blinding stars,
I will be a drunken skipper yet.