The Sober Drunk

It's sobering to know you're drunk.
That clarity of knowing when you've sunk;
How handy your hand is for bottles;
How the world is still solid despite toddles.

Decongested moment when the future comes
and the hangover is ticking and growing glum.
When sinuses clear and gunk becomes apparent.
When your reddened hands can no longer spare it.

When in weakened knees you refuse assistance;
When you see arrogant folly is the son of resistance.
When an indignant voice raises from being self indicted.
When you grow to know, for the first time, you are addicted.