Cross your legs at the knees
Young man
See what you may
Through the pain of this morning’s light
In a queer way I always thought
Falling for a drunk
Was far better than sleeping sober
And alone.
Sipping my vodka I wonder
Where you are now
And why you chose the kitchen floor
Instead of her bed
What thoughts have been sloshing around
In your weary, weaving head?
Myriad portraits I sketch
My words the paint
Conveying messages to you
For you
About you.
I write
While you seek the place
You’ll close your blurry eyes
And lay your body down
Tonight.