never

squeeze out that extra poem unless it arrives by
itself.

this is the extra poem and it’s not arriving by
itself

so I don’t expect it to
work.

I am using this poem to fill in the space as I drink
my last glass of wine
tonight.

it has been a satisfactory night:   I viewed an
excellent boxing match
earlier

powdered the cats for fleas

answered two letters
wrote four poems.

some nights I write ten poems
answer six letters

drink more

but in all things
the idea is gentle
consistency.

now this glass of wine is almost
empty.

I watch the cars peeling off the freeway
out there.

contentment between agonies is the elixir of
existence.

the glass of wine is empty.

good
night.