immortal wino

Li Po, I keep thinking of you as I
empty these bottles of
wine.

you knew how to pass the days and
nights.

immortal wino,
what would you do with an electric
typewriter,
coming in after driving the
Hollywood Freeway?

what would you think while watching
cable tv?

what would you say about the atomic
stockpiles?

the Woman’s Liberation
Movement?

Terrorists?

would you watch Monday night
football?


Li Po, our madhouses and jails are
overflowing
and the skies are hardly ever
blue
and the earth and the rivers
stink of our
lives.

and the latest:
we’ve begun to detect where God
hides and we’re going to
flush Him out and
ask:
“WHY?”

well, Li Po, the wine is still
good, and in spite of it all, there is
still some
time
to
sit alone
and
think

wish you were
here.

say,
my cat just walked in
and here
in this drunken room
this drunken night

are these
great yellow eyes
staring at
me

as I pour a
full glass of
this beautiful red wine

to
you.