Poem #2,785 | We are scurrilous men
We are scurrilous men
in our last decades –
in
bars we deny auld fuck
ups
[we beat ourselves
up & bruise bright] –
I’ll
gift raw advice that you
do not need & in return
you feed me lines
[from
your spun off reels] –
As
ales sink we‘ll scuttle
[&
drown in moments] –
in
quick time this’ll pass &
we’ll forget our counsel