A Drunkard’s Dream if I Ever Did See One
I need you when I wake in the morning,
and when it creeps, still—tardy evenday.
Still. Done and tardy, ours the evenday.
Crickets join the moonlit serenade,
moon’s sun-reflecting beams make serenade
and in time we share wood casks of wine.
Soft, ruddy ocean with flows of wine.
Wine pulls the rudder and the other.
By the rudder we lose each other—
parked along rivers I utter a great cry.
Take me to the river where no more I’ll cry—
I struggle always wherever I travel!
I struggle and wrestle, grapple and grovel.
I need you when I wake in the morning.
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“Take me to the river where no more I’ll cry—
I struggle always wherever I travel!
I struggle and wrestle, grapple and grovel.”
Wow. It’s always nice to wake to a Manny poem.
This a very lyrical and comforting lyric. The language is gorgeous! I understand the lament at the end. I guess it’s not
that comforting in end. Your drunken lament must have lulled me into a meditative state. Expertly done!
A duplex, right? You have such a talent for these — and other forms. But these especially. You carried me right along that river.