It’s a dead time-
July 1978,
I’m sitting, drinking
remember Mogan David Wine?
Yeah, I drank it
thinking 19 was the end-
last chance to play-
and with whom?

I was alone all day
like the dorm halls-
mountains stared at me.
across sepia hills.

If loneliness had a name
I knew it then.

It was drinking
to an empty birthday.