The One That I Have Kept

I buy a pair of bottles
for me and for you
to drown out that fucking jukebox
Desperado
fuck

Fine title for a night
that begins and will end again
with me
a silent wail

Like that current of incredible power
I know is there
forced through wires
stuffed behind the wall
be com ing
The Eagles.

I am a poor jukebox.
Stick a quarter in my side.
Listen to me giggle
See how expertly I can twist
a silent wail
into a friendly smile
on the lipstick that is left.

I buy a pair of bottles
And tonight will build a ship at home
inside
the one that I have kept

and before the sun
begins I imagine
how the boat would billow
if only it could sail.