Few shots of Vodka

Disclaimer: I don't stake any claims to the art of poetry. If the following work looks anything like one, it must be in a purely coincidental and sordid manner.

Head swirling,

Hurling

Thoughts, images

Sudden uninvited

In eddies

A sensuous ebbing of motion

Commotion

Limbs in retreat

Limp

A random delving

Into Adam and Eve,

Women drivers,

Kangaroos,

Fork as a phallus symbol,

The bell, the loo

P.S.: This fragment (there i go indulging myself even as the Romantics turn in their graves!) was written sometime in the beginning of the last year. It's been published once elsewhere and had another stanza to it. But i did away with it here. Firstly, because i didn't like it. Secondly, i like the way this fragment ends with the word 'loo', giving it a bathetic end, if u like.