the star

I was drunk and they
got me out of my car
put the bracelets on
and made me lay down
on the roadway
in the rain.

they stood in their
yellow raincoats
cops from 3
squadcars.

the water soaked
into my clothing.
I looked up
at the noon through
the raindrops,
thinking,
here I am
62 years old
and being
protected
from myself
again.

earlier that night
I had attended the
opening
of a movie
which portrayed the
life of a drunken
poet:
me.

this then was
my critical review
of their
effort.

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