Aligned Right

As for this sonnet, I am aligned right.
Things lined up wrong, two or three days ago,
But I have set things right now. I ate crow,
Drank one too many beers, sat up all night
Afraid to see how, in the stark moonlight,
I left behind love, found despair below
And delved and dived for more. What did I know?
Unquenched thirst and insatiable appetite.

I am adroit, sure of my rectitude,
As clever as I am deranged, ill-starred
And gauche; I am as sinister, as scarred,
As untrue to myself, as strange and lewd
As pictures of dark matter in the nude.
I’m all right now. This isn’t even hard.