There was nothing left to live for. I walked
home from the dog tracks with a few bucks
more than when I got there and it meant
approximately, nothing; at all: alcohol
and cigarettes; some debt, or fritting it
on necessities. But, what! I’m as dry
as a spent cock and I have everything
I need, and nothing I want.
2 Love comes easy
Love comes easy to me but there’s
always some cunt that wants more,
to stitch me up. Reader,
some nights I’ve nothing left, to give;
and the days are the same. The weight
of 5 decades is on my head.
But I still look good. It’s true. Ach,
it’s the drink you think. So?
do I. Well,