Rum for dinner

I'm sorry for the sentimentality
of the last one, as well as
that of this one
but you see I've been drinking
like I used to when I thought
that all the Greats did
when they
sat to type.

I had a friend once
who used to call it channeling.
I had a friend once.
Swear.

Monsters are prettiest when
skeletons escape the closet.

Twenty-seven per.
So I got a few back.
Big deal.
Fuck, man.
You've seen me.
Tell 'em it's real.

When I've had a few
well, this many
I can lock eyes with myself in the mirror
for a good two minutes straight.
It's a first and only that I take pride in.
Let me.

Sometimes I pull the lever back.
I'd be doing everyone a favor.

Are you embarrassed to be on my team?