words

sway, in the morning
and in the evening,
swing from side to side
like some aimless paraclete,
mingle and mutter
among the mattress people,
sober up and do it again.
feel it in your blood
and in your bones,
through your fingers
some reverb from the soul,
good whiskey and white water
and the air breathes in
my tired antics.

-S.C. Martinez