T'was the night before
and then after. And then
all of the nights
were disaster that kept
comin' down the mountain, kept
comin' down the mountain.
How much more
more can one make
in a given space
of time? Now
I know
burgeoning beneficence
—so fast as to not remember it
or to not know it, not fully to know it—
and the backlash it brought.
The forward push
of sensibilities fought
unto an internal
counterlegislation
whatever caveats,
hold-outs, free drinks
and the like
