my poems are not my cities

My poems are not my cities
My poems are sea shanties
Shouted drunkenly from the rooftop at 4am
With mis - pronounced words and heartfelt indifference
Proclaiming my love to strangers
And my neglect towards those who I hold close
Suffering from beer breath
And a smoke filled manner
Unable to connect sentences
But no one holds each word on pedestal anyway
My words do not ring true
They slur and mumble and rise at inopportune moments
Confusing the recipient
Babbling past them like a misguided stream
And other such nonsense
Half hearted and full blooded
Half bladdered but still standing
Still standing only because there is no where to sit
And rest my weary heart