All alone
in the dark
listening to old Martin Denny LPs

I drain my last bottle of bourbon,
extinguish a cigarette that tastes nothing

A single tear falls gently from my left eye

I blow my nose in my left sock
and fall asleep on the sofa

My nose is
bleeding
from all the amphetamines

I wipe the blood
with my ***** socks
smash the lamp with my fist

and refuse to pay her

It is
you see
not a question of why
but of how

How do you get her?
How do you do?
And for that matter,
how can I do her?

Early one morning while putting on my socks,
I saw what appeared to be a mouse.
I watched intently for hours, it seemed,
It looked back at me, with mild curiosity,
then ran off into the hole in the wall.

It came back that night
while I was taking off my socks.
It was bigger, somehow,
and had antlers.