Wild Thin Chunks of Mercury





Wild Thin Chunks of Mercury


A Guesthouse in Old San Juan
a bed, a table, two chairs,
Sharon Olds waiting for me
over the toilet top.
I'll drink martinis the rest
of the afternoon.
I write things while I'm drunk
that seems good to me.
I wait for my friend from Condado
to pick me up slowly like 
pieces of mercury, and take me out 
to eat spaghetti carbonara
in a place where they have a Wurlitzer
because I want to listen to 
that Bob Dylan song,
wild, and thin chunks of mercury
all that I have left of life

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