Yearly Gratitude

Thank you yester
year of mine
for the rhythms and the rhyme
that you taught 
patiently caught
awry thoughts and lines

Thank you for the music and the sun
for the stillness and the run
that chased around a restless mind
calmed it, tamed it, set it on fire
and cooled it off again

Thank you for new friends and old
for the wishes and the hugs
for dirt under rugs
drunken dances, funny accents
wishful talks and determined plans
for meetings, separations
Christmas trees and Independence days

Thank you for the thankless jobs
woolen socks, 
ruthless bosses and weekends off
Salesmen Santas in shopping malls

Thank you yester
year of mine
for the very various smiles
heartbreaks and flimsy lies
that you caught
patiently taught
me life.

A Drunk Man at your Service!

Hello to the ladies, Hello my Sirs
Hello to the passing laughing blurs
Hello to the gods, to the priests and the sods
And to the beggars, my friends, and the lot.
A drunk man at your service!
I drank for good today,
and for bad the one before
for sadness on the first of may,
and for victory on the fourth.
A drunk man at your service!
Through the whiskey and the rum,
And the vodka in the some.
I've plunged and plagued
in the bottles, all my plays!
A drunk man at your service!
You can find me on the corner,
all the colorful narrow streets.
You can find me as a dying man,
Or a buried lover's retreat.
You can find me in shiny groups
of the merry and the rue.
or find me in places some
dead, dying and new.
And sometimes in you.
A drunk man at your service!
* A drunk is always in the race to becoming one of the most ugliest and pitiful sights.