some Saturdays
when the thirst is strong
the after hours boys
give out a come along
to an open house
until the sun comes up
& this one don’t understand
why they never get given
& yes I know it’s a losing game
to try to talk sense to dim cousins
you know when you said
donny’s house was a midden?
you’d give bob’s wife one
if she’d just get rid of him?
he’s looking at me blank
I was drunk right? just kidding
y’have to remember I try
talk like that never gets forgotten
nobody here cares much now
about what you say anymore
you’re the guy always finds fault
& who needs that on long nights
drinking talking about nothing
waiting for the sun to come up on dawn
trying to find the happy bottom of the glass?
& you my friend like to talk give trash
not understanding this band of brothers
might not care about anything
but talk like that? only makes you low class