I’ve imagined pretty much darn near everythin’
A blue whiskey in his lap
A bitter cold beer by the dukebox
Poxy Golden Virginia atop this clapped out telly of ours
Nothin’ on
Where I can now imagine myself to sit whilst he roams this room
Entirely pissed, insanely reckonin’ upon all kinds of tempestuous things
When in falls a girl steered mischievously and immediately from the brothel up the alley – his 2nd home
Where he paid himself in
In order to write so many poems on so many women’s bodies
Only with a different kinda ink altogether
This Gongo writer, he sure made you think