I Watched The Vodka Flow From The Bottle

Into the glass and wondered

oh, yes, that now, 

what would come together

in my mind of vodka, raga, 

storm outside.

The vodka went down

in the bottle, up

in the glass…and,

it was only me to 

determine  the universe.

I did, like endless times before…

finding my place evident wherever

I was. That’s the only reason I’ve

lived this long….not a complaint, 

or, a wail. I’ve watched my life flow

from bottles and everything else 

enough, so, I go along with it to prevail.