Just me and the Giant.
With a late summer night's breeze
with God Moving Over the Face of the Waters
and the ocean
with a Mercury draught longneck gone-warm
and hours to kill
with the time now almost thirty years old
I was to say
something crazy like,
this is the first time in my entire life
I’ve ever been drinking alone...
There’s no one around to dispute that claim anyway.
I hate it when people start name-dropping in poems (especially when I don't get it) almost as much as I love over-explaining things, so here's what I was on about: