The Drink

I'm not a writer man, I hope,
but yeah I see things when
I'm drunk.
To a point I'm fine with
most things I say,
I don't think I'd be
overly concerned
to overhear myself,
it's ok, I think,
the slurry in which
my eyes sink,
brain tipping back,
I'm closer to myself.
It's not coming home,
exactly, more like
catching my reflection
in a dark window,
yes, I must hope to
look like this
all the time,
I think.