Eyes blink open,
reel in shadows shackled to far corners.
Been over the border, too deep?
askew among the fondue of your dreams
Day-light filters onto blinds.
Milk van floats past gold top of early sun
lining bright horizons.
Grip the bed post, sway.
Make your debut,
stumble into a new day.
Last night armed with gin
you were re jigged
basking in moonshine.
Reached agreeable balance
Walking the line between out and in,
saintliness and sin, binned the bad bits.
Panic and calm in harmony
Now point your feet towards the door,
Loosen your mooring, set sail
Flail about in stormy seas.
Later, barely breathing,
you will be washed ashore.
crawling into tomorrow evening.