seven come eleven

I’ve never ever quite met anybody
like myself–
drinker, gambler, with a backlog
of women and
experiences.

I’ve never ever quite met anybody
like myself–
living with deadly calm
inside this hurricane of hell.

I’ve never met anybody
close to what I am.

it’s discouraging,
especially after seven
decades.

I met one or two who showed a
flare.
but it was momentary.
something in them couldn’t
continue and they
quickly gave
way.

I guess I’ll just have to
do with myself
until that’s
used
up.

see you in St. Louis.