a word of caution: I don't remember writing this. but i found it in my book of poetry i've written this month. take that as you will, i give it no meaning.
I woke up this morning
I blacked out.
Don't know how I got here.
You dump the drink on the wrong guy.
or make fun of someone with big friends.
You never really know.
Last moment of consciousness
I was slanging Mojitos and Coronas.
The well dressed young guy
with the super model on his arm
maybe I shouldn't have
made that last wise crack.
But it was only a joke.
(an aside: as I attempt to make sense of this, a couple of years ago, I was bartending in San Diego, on the border with Tijuana and a 'wise guy'-small time mafia dude threatened to kill me as he threw his drink at me and it smashed all over the bar. I think he might be in this 'poem'. somewhere)