Strung Up

We can do whatever we want to do,

these were the last words that she said to me,
before doing the last thing she ever did,
or I did,
and I started mumbling,
and doing things that were uninspired,
doing things that were beneath me,

and I started hanging over the side of the bannister,
drapping and then cutting a string of pearls,
because it seemed glamorous,

and then I looked for a ladder,
so I could get up there,
so I could unhinge the chandelier,
and then count the shards of glass,

a task that would take me the rest of my life,
no doubt,
if I still had my eyesight,

but we can do whatever we want to do,
with enough of this bathtub gin in and out of our veins,
in and out of our innards,

we can do whatever we want to do