Entry One

Went out on the lash with my drinking pals last night,
i found myself at the bottom a whiskey bottle once again 
lost the plot between lip and glass,
stumbled and fell on my arse.

Decided to search for my sobriety in a can of special brew
used to make me see things clearly,
could not see for the clouds within.
lurched and puked again.

Found my salvation in the arms of a buxom bar lady
woke to find i had my beer goggles on,
and by god she was a toothless hag.
topped up on Gin, she was Marilyn Monroe again.

Entry Two

Ripped open my eyelids this morning 
sunlight assaulted my eyes,
tearing at my retina.
Left me begging for my head to be severed. 

Death would not have me,
so I rolled out from my pitt ,
nearly went arse over tit.
My ex wife lay upon the carpet

Could have sworn I'd petted the dog 
last night curled up on the rug.
Must been the old dragon,
in a worse state then me.

Traversed my flat 
and looked in my bathroom mirror.
Mr Hyde stared right back,
eye bags down to my chin.

I swore for umpteenth time
I would quit,
I'd sup tea and nibble on digestives.

Took a gulp of my favourite mouth wash,
hair of the dog?
all was right again.

Yours Booze Hound

Booze Hound is a male Character I intend to write a series of poems about.