three cheers

I've been drawing small pieces lately since I've run out of my standard 7 x 9 in meridian paper. I got a larger pad ordered through Amazon and I'm tearing the paper in two. Here I'm drawing in the margins of my Poetry magazine this recurring image of myself, Whitmanesque, pen in one hand, sometimes hoisting a brew, a stout, an ale, an ipa, in the environ of a bar, books handy, a plate with wings or pork sandwich half consumed. Such for me is an eschaton, the game on the TV. Perhaps Jami will come by or perhaps she's already here, and then all things are perfect. Outside on the street it's still sunny, perhaps mid summer. Maybe Bob will come by and play shuffle board.