Climbing back up out of the ooze, out of
the thick black tar.
rising up again, a modern
you’re amazed at your good
somehow you’ve had more
than your share of second
hell, accept it.
what you have, you have.
you walk and look in the bathroom
an idiot’s smile.
some go down and never climb back up.
something is being kind to you.
you turn from the mirror and walk into the world.
you find a chair, sit down, light a cigar.
back from a thousand wars
you look out from an open door into the silent
Sibelius plays on the radio.
nothing has been lost or destroyed.
you blow smoke into the night,
tug at your right
baby, right now, you’ve got it