Stream of consciousness -- part XIII

October 15 to 16, 2011 – Right around midnight

So we

Finished the

Guinness

And sang loudly

And off-key

To the Pogues

And when we

Weren’t singing
Loudly and badly

We talked

We made

Plans

For the next day

For the next week

For the next month

For the next year

For a man

About to turn

Forty

And while

It felt presumptuous

And maybe even wrong

To plan our

Brother’s future

We were happy to

Be able to

Make any plans

At all

Some time

During the second

Pogues’ CD

My back rebelled

Against the limp

Of my shattered leg

And it seized up

And any plans

I had made

For the next day

Were changed