here I am…

here I am
drunk again at
3 a.m.
at the end of my
second bottle of
wine
I have typed from
a dozen to 15
pages of
poesy

an old man
liver gone
haemorrhoids
high blood pressure

no woman will live
with me

if I have a stroke
I will lay here
for 6 days
my three cats
hungrily ripping the
flesh from my
elbows
wrists
head

the radio playing
classical
music

I promised myself
never to write
old man
poems

but this one’s
funny
you see
excusable

because I’ve
long gone past
using myself
and there’s still
more
left

here
this 3 a.m.
I am going to take
this sheet from the
typer

pour another
glass
insert the fresh
new whiteness

get lucky
again

first
for me

later
for
you.

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