The soft edge

The soft edge
of inebriation
greases the wheels
of imagination,
loosens the bolts
of fear
and moves me away
from myself.
I'm funnier
and tell jokes.
I'm smarter
and crack wise.
The rough edge
causes problems.
Blurred vision.
Slurred speech.
Poor balance.
Awkward exchanges.
And Violence.
I just wish I could tell
where the soft edge ends
And the rough begins.