Drinking On Our Couch

by Ron Androla

Drinking On Our Couch
The Television Plays

You are a pain in my brain.
Wine from eastern Australia
Is possible Merlot piss
From the bladder of a
Maroon kangaroo.  One chalice,
Two, then three, lip-dripping
Chalices spill into yr
Purplish mouth.
You ask me if I think
Kathy Griffin does Joan
Rivers justice but I
Don’t rightly care
About the Fashion Police
On a Tuesday evening.
I’m guzzling bottles of
Lager, three, four,
& not listening to yr
Silliness — I’m killing
Green birds on my phone
& they are stubborn bastards.