the knife waltz

they’ll leave you alone
looking at the walls;
you’ll chain-smoke
cigarettes
and pour whiskey into
your shredded gut,
you’ll know the
feeling and the
happening–
it’s another ten
rounder in hell.

you’ve done the same
to them.
people are not good
to each
other.

I deserve this
evening
as I have deserved
other evenings.
and now I’m drunk
and out of
cigarettes.