The Right Column
View from the 
Burlington Fish Pier

morning rain
Why the hell would you want to 
detach from the people who you love
despite the depth of their problems?
the sobriety of being drunk with you.
    When  I'm drunk with you
    I'm stupid, worried what I might say
     to anger or incite
  you to want to go 
       away.

  This fear makes you fear
        that I'm just a little bit
         over whelmed.
   To be reliable
      in any task
         won't I need a stronger composition?

    But when I'm drunk with you
       there is no limit to how dumb  I will be
   trying to convince you
      of what you already know is true:
   I am your stand-up guy.

      And the fear that you will leave
   is like jealosy that I greave
      when we are apart.
    The wish to be with you
      overwhelms me like a childish urge
    compels me, in a sudden surge
     to call you out of the blue
    cell phone rings,
       it isn't you.