we were wise.
we lined up the bottles along the wall.
we’d have a run of 5th’s, say 4 or 5
followed by a few pints, say 3 or 4,
followed by some half pints, say 2
or 3.

when we got down to the half
pints that meant that the good life
was over, the warning was in
that I’d have to go back into hell
and get some money somewhere
so we could line those bottles back
along the wall.

we were wise in our way
Plato must have smiled,
Kant must have nodded

while she said, as I was leaving,
“Christ, don’t leave me here
too long!”