he chuntered on
riparian friends lapping
from his effulgent fusion
enlightened grandiloquent
effused and confused
his peers looking on

then a lull
his chin a pillow for thought
springing renascent again
with a bowstring grasp
and crack back his head
makes the shot
roars a gasp
reviews returns the empty glass

insensate to our company now
my friend we lead on out
sensatory pearl of endearment
turns
smiles   burps   frowns
vomits in our trouser folds
dashes the shine from our shoes

woebegone corpulent floor man
mordant weak to our viscous reek
fettle-fallen we fellers retire
dragged to taxi-tethers
pulled in home.

- Simon Huggins, 23rd October 2002