Saturday Night Fervor

The summer morning jolts you awake
without respect or warning.
last night's debauchery has oozed from your forehead
and has now drenched the pillow beneath your
pounding, thoughtless skull.
breathe your own rancid oder while writing this
and trying to recall the details that have
found you in such an uncomfortable state
on this desperately hot morning.
You know you had a couple of beers,
you remember the jug of white,
you can picture your friends arriving,
and the meaningless conversations
with certain meaningless people,
but the events thereafter are lost
in the cloudy, toxic stream of hops, barley, and
fermented grapes...
Maybe you took your shirt off and danced on the table again?
maybe you said or did something to offend
a roomful of friends?
Maybe you just smoked a couple of cigarettes
and gazed into the night before passing out?
Maybe it's better you forget?
Maybe not?
You smile and try to piece together today's agenda.
Life is beautiful.