Tomorrow He Will Throw Up

He wanders
in
from
the rain
to
sample
the fine
cheeses
feet
swo
llen
from wasp
stings
drow
sy
from ben
adryl
and beer
tequila too.
He has
the look
like
he
has been
gambling
his
fing
ers
taste like
metal
and tobacco.
Gone
is
the sense
of Ameri
can dignity
when a
man
could
be proud
of
los
ing his
money
in
a game
of cards
at
the end
of th
e
day.
Now
mother
forbids
it with
an iron fist
and
black
lung.