cans of happiness

but you're not really drunk
until you suck too hard
on the mouth of the can of beer,
and it overflows
sprinkling on the Fruit of a Loom brand
pastel-blue Walmart-bought crewneck t-shirt.

 

and you slowly look down
admiring your sloppy state
thinking with a silly happiness
how good it is to be drunk again
and how painfully obvious and mediocre
sobriety is; its like... its like...
like doing the same thing over and over
and over again dayafterdayafterday.

 

there were two ambulances
and five cop cars across the street
this afternoon at the older couple
with the retard thirty-something son's house;
the father works at the airport
and was recently laid off;
a suicide? one can only hope.

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Januarian's picture

Forgive me for possibly

Forgive me for possibly misunderstanding the last stanza of this writing, but why would you hope for anyone to have suicided?  Or am I missing a too subtle link in the words?


Januarian

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language_game's picture

it was a clumsy attempt at

it was a clumsy attempt at dark humor... most obsequious disingenuous apologies offered muchly?

Stephen's picture

Because this millennial world sucks.

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Januarian's picture

I submitted my question to

I submitted my question to the poet; I would appreciate an answer therefrom.


Januarian

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Stephen's picture

This is a free forum.

and I had the answer,

georgeschaefer's picture

you ever cut your tongue

you ever cut your tongue trying to suck out that last drop in the can?  that's the mark of a hardcore drunk.

language_game's picture

lol... well-said! ! !

lol... well-said! ! !

Stephen's picture

Amen

Stephen