[John Whitworth]

6.
...wednesday

Having nearly snuffed it in a sitting
and now sitting through a four-day hack,
wanting only to be on my back
and staring at the ceiling, it is fitting
I convey my Wednesday reverie
to anyone who cares enough to hear:
Tequila’s made of bigger stuff than beer.
That’s all I have for now (apostrophe)
except how, with the smokes that rolled my binge
into an unaccustomed nimbus, I
may well have upped the pain and suffering
with so much else, sólo un imbecile,
no longer hanging on his so-called hinge,
who, now he’s off it, knows no buffering.

[Rick Mullin]

[quip loses relevance with moderation]

[Catherine Chandler]

The Spanish noun requires an accent on the e and no e at the end. Perhaps the misspelling was intentional . Apart from that, the poem conveys a good sense of N's esprit. Not so sure I get the rhyme scheme in the sestet.

[Rick Mullin]

Catherine is right about the Spanish.

[Michael Cantor]

I like the voice, and I want to like the poem - but I can't really follow it well. I feel like I'm the one who had too much tequilla. Not sure it it's me, or the poem.

[Orwn Acra]

I laughed at apostrophe. The author probably didn't mean to mess up the Spanish, yet it somehow works, possibly because tequila is what dumb Americans drink on Cinco de Mayo when they want to be pseudo-Mexican.