First Things First
so whatever it is
it’s getting closer
and it’s the middle of the night
3 am or 4
or whatever it’s called
when it’s
a call to action
it’s the utility trucks
the recycling trucks
the garbage trucks
it’s special ops
black ops
they’ve found out
I hate them
and the plans that I made
while under the scrutiny
of dreaming
are inscrutable
I am always in pain
because I get so drunk
so I can sleep
through the noisy nonsense
and palliative of dawn
the veil of vodka
then
In the morning
I call to say I’m
unavailable
or otherwise
injure myself
how’s that
for a laugh
any old guy who’d
steal your
girlfriend
ought to know better
first things first
let’s stick with
I met you
at the bar