His fixed gaze

Stares sightlessly at nothing

And like an amblyopsis

His ears perceive something

No sane mortal comprehends.

The hug, to his bosom,of the bottle,

Is a little too tenacious and intimate.

In deference to gravity,

He shuffles in unsteady, dribbling gait,

Uttering utter gibberish

To invisible night hawks,

To whom he’s neither fish nor meat.

He belches insolently

Like a diarrhoic anus

And his steps falter

Like Goliath’s when reality of the mismatch

And David’s stupidity

Stirred him in the chest.

Yet he must take a deserved rest;

The gutter is the coziest nest.