Tony Bush Poet Blank verse

Everyday Occasion

Yeah, so 
        I looked in the looking glass, 
not much there to 
        write home about 
except the cardiac veins, 
        they stand out, 
and, of course, the 
        Caligula face pack. 

In the blanket 
        battlefield, 
crumpled sheets askew, 
        the dishwasher blonde 
spreads like pale blood 
        on the pillow. 

I could use a shave, 
        but what the hell; 
she wallows in cheap paste, 
        resplendent diamante; 
so fetch down that Capodimonte 
        statuette of the 
Virgin Mary, Luigi, 
        I feel an occasional 
prayer 
        coming on.

Yeah, so, 
        beat retreat, uncork 
the breakfast bourbon; 
        in the gut swills 
and gets to murdering pain; 
        jams a little juice 
to get me on the road 
again...

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