I Am Drunk On Poetry

I am drunk on poetry tonight After a few glasses of gin I'm reminded of Baudelaire I'm sad. My wife is gone She left me without good bread Without a kiss. I don't know what to do. Let me get drunk on poetry After several glasses of wine I'm sad and I don't know what to do I'm dying in verve on the rug Where I'm in pain like a poor dog Now, I understand Baudelaire. Life is not easy, it's a dream I'm sad. My wife left me I take my pen to write What I feel. Without kissing me Without flashing a little smile Remorse haunts me without respite. Let me get drunk on poetry I'm sad and I don't know what to do Now, I understand Baudelaire It's a nightmare that troubles my life Regrets haunt me without respite Life is unpredictable like a dream. P.S. This poem is dedicated to Charles Baudelaire. Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.