Ella Marilla
THE ADMIRAL
sweet who you are
whoever who hide
your little shooter always
in our evergreen the rose
of Walnut Street when you
walk it your beat dusk damp
and is it angry why can’t you
be who you are at home
a drunk what is an admiral
water master water water
water and the drinker
so thirsty for anything else
what you think came first the bad
feeling or the feeling’s bad man
whenever a pink one falls
over the old Aldi Admiral
if you can remember May
wants you to be her lover
I want you to be my dad