Drunken Heart

My heart is drunk

with sadness and joy.

Obama is the white elephant

(escaped from the zoo)

in the room.

Joy when I see the gorgeous

world….sad, because…well…

you know.

My heart gets me drunk

makes me dance

holds the memory

of romance.

It’s taken a beating

but, as long as I live,

so does it….and, it’s

never taken any shit.