this poem is not about you
there will never be
another poem
about you
this poem is about alcohol
as you are more scotch than human
i’ve given enough of my life
to drunken men
beginning with my father
so this is your eulogy
in another life i couldn’t part with you
but those lovers are long dead
it does my heart good to know
you’re vomiting in another woman’s vase now
wearing good golf shoes