dark night poem #12

good and drunk
now
fingers often misplaced
on the
keys

one allows oneself to
celebrate a temporary
survival against
huge
odds

for the first half
century of my
life
to have come from
the most
humiliating
menial
labor

to have come from
the park benchs and the
drunk tanks

to begin
after that
to have the luck
of the word and
the
way

allow me now
this
celebration
and
let it be known
that no man
is ever
done
no matter what
they have
accomplished
against
him

we are all so much the
same

good and drunk
now

I drink to
you

my reader

my
ghost.