moving toward age 73:

yes, it’s true–I’m mellowing.
in the old days
to cross a room you’d have to
step around and between
bottles.
now when I finish them
I stack them neatly in paper
cases.
I’m a good citizen now, I save
the bottles for the city of Los
Angeles to
recycle.
and I haven’t been in a drunk
tank for a good ten
years.
I lock the door when I drink
and only inflict damage upon
myself.
boring, isn’t it?
but not too bad, listening to
Mahler as the walls
dance.
as a recluse it’s enough for
me.
I’m turning the streets back over
to you,
tough guy.