Past Addictions
There’s death and there’s enduring. Other than
That, not much else. Don’t give me all that shit
About how wonderful life is. A clan
Of optimists dressed in Day Glo can hit
My head with hope. I’ll reply, “Love and faith
Take precedence, and where are they? They’re down
In bars, poured out in foaming mugs.” Thus saith
Your friend beside you, “Your round next. Let’s drown
Despair and women’s treachery in beer.”
There are the little things, of course. The sun
On hair—until she goes away. A clear
Voice singing blues, the ultimate in fun.
..OK. Yeah. All right, I’ll cut luck some slack,
But only if Jeanette does not come back.