Happy Dog

it's the throw-away
it's the sink-hole
it's the first night out
in a while,
the soul of the moon presiding

it's melancholy
how it feels and sounds
against my ear

lips of velour sadness
kiss and whisper
terrible things
that flatter me

"Peaceful Easy Feeling"
the lady sings,
sitting in with the band

and this tasty Gennessee Cream Ale,
crisp and conniving against my throat
so honorable for its cheapness

and tonight
I can be
gone for awhile here
wondering how
I've survived so long
being so fucking
correct