the sun sank
and I drank
two Kentucks
and a Michigan
or ten.
my eyes
are angry at me,
their hollow host,
bitter, because I am still
just a man.
because I showed them all
that I was
airports and sports
and one or two girls
in clever shorts.
I water
and I am water
appetite to asshole,
but I am dive bar famous
and she got me (in poet marrow).