Dark walls against the grain
Lonely tables take the strain
Cues bend ‘neath failures pain
And clear spirits take me
Slapped backs and kindly words
Barbs blunted, once like swords
Words try cross barren fjords
But veiled punches bruise me
Faces I try to control
Lash out with vitriol
No faith, face, lost it all
The mystery confounds me
Sunshine and happiness
He sings, takes the piss
Laughing yet hit and miss
Feeling overtakes me
Slurred attempts at kissing
Draw sour parents hissing
Don’t know what their missing
When were drowned in vodka
Context
One of the oldest pieces in my archives, this is from 2011 and is one of the most coherent examples from my “writing poetry on nights out, whilst drunk” phase. This phase covers the latter part of first year, and most of second year of uni, a period involving sheer quantities of alcohol that would render me useless for days now.