If we got drunk tonight
We could sit at a table wasting time
And wave
Our hands as if we’re grabbing alien signs
From space
And put them here together on a line
And make
A fancy show for people never seen before

If we got drunk at least
We’d set apart the humans from the beasts
And then
We could agree upon the things to pick
And build
A little toy world mixing up our bins
And stay
And settle in, oblivious, giggling all the time

We’d make dirty jokes
Have provoking thoughts
We’d be ridiculous
Theatre of the Absurd

If we got drunk ‘till late
We couldn’t drive a car and go back home
And so
We ought to take a walk around the town
At night
And talk about the notes that make that sound
So great
Inside our head, delirious, blame it on the wine

Overconfident
In our discontent
So we could scream aloud
Swearing at the clouds
And we’d end up speaking of the parallax of stars
Trying to figure out how far they are

Then we’d get home
The dawn on the sea
Then we’d get home
The birds in the trees
If we got drunk
Tomorrow we’d be hung-over