this poem is not about you

there will never be
another poem
about you

this poem is about alcohol
as you are more scotch than human

i’ve given enough of my life
to drunken men
beginning with my father

so this is your eulogy

in another life i couldn’t part with you

but those lovers are long dead

it does my heart good to know
you’re vomiting in another woman’s vase now
wearing good golf shoes