Officers of the law and their captured prey,
It is not a number that makes you drunk.
Clumsiness, slurred speech, the loss of inhibitions,
These are only possible symptoms of the stage,
Love too, causes similar accidents.
A hangover in the morning
Is evidence you were once drunk,
But it can only name a state after its passing.
Drunk is hitting the nighttime air
And drowning in directions,
Looking down every street for familiar rooms.
Drunk is spinning without a center,
Without an edge or horizon to head to,
It is not knowing where home is.
But if another takes you with a smooth hand
Down the twisting roads to a bed,
They will have brought you a new home,
And then you no longer drunk, but lucky.