Blackout

Can't recall the exact time
I half-assed awoke
from the dungeons of amnesia,
chapped lips, parched
sand-papery throat. Hell—
don't recall how I safely
made it home without
running off the road slamming
head on into a willow tree
or telephone pole.

Don't remember which shot
Bacardi/Crown Royal
got me so over the top-tipsy
forgot I wasn't a divine prophet
brandishing enough faith to levitate on water &
crashed like a missile into the koi pond.

Wish I could remember
our phantom phone conversation
other-side of midnight, slurring
spanglish vulgarities
in a distilled dialect of demonic malice,
calling you everything but
a child of
God.

Ariono`-jovan Labu’