do
his suffering
in
grand style…
starting off with
beer in the morning,
then
the good wine
as the afternoon and
the memories kicked in.
toward evening
he
switched
to Grey Goose
and
finished the night
with his old friend, tequila.
it
wasn’t much,
but it was all he had…
besides,
when
the checks came,
they
covered the rent,
and
the Goose and
every now and then,
even
the food.
the
poems
he wrote got
worse and worse…
eventually,
the mail stopped coming
and
there was
absolutely nothing
on t.v.
