In the park
the trees were greener
the sky was bluer
the birds were happier
and the dogs barked
and the cats meowed
much better
when we used to walk
together and talk
god was there.
all I have now
is memory of you
and this bottle
of wine
and one
long stemmed
filled glass
in front of
me…
easy boy,
drunk all the time
all through your
prime
talking to the devil
listening to his advice
on the old wired phone
that goes straight to hell
share one with him
he gets mighty thirsty down
there.
