I am slightly
drunk my brain
has lost its edge
floats in a haze
just outside this room
yes I feel calm
as the pink light
illuminates the gloom
and I hear the
soft-voiced commentary
of the day's golf re-enacted
in the room below -
detached, headless, mellow -
and despite the fuzzy
aspect of my thought
I do feel calm
limbs heavy
well-worn and the
taste of wine warm
in my mouth I suppose
I better go
to bed
instead of sitting mulling over
the millenium of my life
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