Appreciation for the Naked Drunk
he wrote a poem for me
one of many for the foxes
I read and relate
He’s competent and satisfied, the naked drunk
“he speaks in a down-to-earth realistic voice”
and bets on horses, uncrippled jockey killers
I defended him to her because her box was too small
Because she’ll be an artist one day
But today she doesn’t feel him
Fidgeting complainer
Rearranging furniture like my mother’s once a year habit
Attitudinal discontent
Constant confusion
Live LOVE laff and learn….
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