' crapshoot
i can get sloppy drunk
smack my head
on the edge of a pool-table
at suzy Q's
and get a ride home from the bartender
because i'm a preferred customer
or i can drink bourbon
down on ingersoll
with the newspaper reporters
match them
bullshit for hyperbole
on local politics
and the iraq war
or i can drink straight black velvet at home
piss on the kitchen floor
and get stabbed with a steak-knife
by my italian blooded wife
or i can axe drink altogether
lift weights
run three miles
and cut up a bowl of fresh vegetables.
rolling off the basement mattress
onto my hands and knees
each morning
i never know
which
contrary to
bukowski's
fictional
bullshit
is not nearly
laughable
as it
sounds. '
Another by Justin Hyde