grog

after two small drinks
the curtain fell and
like drunken pirates
casks deep in grog
we stumbled through the
cool autumn streets
in a terrifying yet halcyon haze
thanking all the world
we had each other
and the wherewithall
to leave
clutching each other
and curious
easy prey
but for each other
blessed are the idiots
the naive, bumbling fools
that we were
(and perhaps still are)
safe in each other
with each other
for each other