Drunk

the room's not spinning
my mind is
I glance towards the bar
and plan a route
to claim the next drink

I handed over a screwed
up twenty not caring
about the change which I thrust
into a pocket

I sit amongst strangers
talk
don't know what I'm saying
not even listening
just clutching a
glass
and lifting it to my
mouth

last orders and
I snatch up some change
to get another one

emerge into the cold air
following a herd of strangers
to a late night place
buying cigarettes on the way
don't even like smoking any more
but have to
they go together
like a cart and a horse
or something

amongst strangers
where did all my mates
go
don't remember
don't care

finally home
asleep on a sofa

next morning
I stink
no idea of how
I got home

don't care