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