To An Old Drunk In Copenhagen

subject to our time

which takes up space

we take our beers for a walk

having lost another tooth

having smoked another sentence

we might have spoken

with the drunk composure

of a new york state he

felt sorry for something

the pain of something good

hollow the de-educated sober addict's

dearly discarded naturally cruel

reduced to television and insulin

now is only a matter of time

one man's time's
too many to subtract
mens from one
man's enough