Bumpers

Nights like these feel like an oil spill

way beyond containment

pumping poison into the sea

It was an accident, honest, I didn’t mean

to start this flood and 

my walls should’ve been stronger

than a rock against the window

and a whispered

“how have you been” but

that’s the wine for you,

it marks out all your weak points

and now I’ve got you all covered in 

my leakage I’m sorry

and I hope you can 

forgive me and help me patch up 

all this damage I seem to have aquired

while I wasn’t paying attention because

I had my head buried 

in the sand and a good bottle of cabernet.