City Island, 1983
One night, shortly after you ceased
To be amused, long before I realized
That I no longer amused you, I gave
Myself a pompadour with a bottle
Of Michelob. I danced like Elvis
On the slippery deck of The Booze
Cruise. I snarled in your direction -
You were probably pretending
That we were not together - and I
Crooned, “Am I loathsome tonight?
Could you kill me tonight?
Are you sorry we ever hooked up?”
Now, you are always kind to me -
But my knees are damaged forever.