Rough Notes

Let us compare
our old notes
regarding ruination

[Mine’s a pint]

and then
put a rounded-down value
on our statements

Slow now – sip –
and assay our undoings

Ignore your familial
misdirections

We should keep our peace –
you – your king-size needs

Smother your grinding
snorts of indiscretion
and offer me wordless
quiescence

Do not read
my poetry

Inextinguishable thoughts
said Mary

My
verse
stacks
are
[more than ever]
shored
by
wrecks’
timbers

Here is a quaint inn
of unshaven drunks spewing
small pools
of table-brewed hope

Ageing men sicken
with what they know

They compare
fat volumes
of pub-roughed notes

You now look
like your blood-tied
carrier

[Some women
bear
hangovers
like their mother]

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