Wish I Could Sink.

Aches and complaints,

you name ’em, I’ve gotten ’em,

This day even singing

sharpens my pain.

Wish I could sink,

like a sub, to the bottom,

And send out signals

never again.

My friend poured drinks,

though I kept refusing;

He kept repeating,

“This once shall pass.”

He hooked me up

with one of his floozies—

“She’ll help thee, just like

the booze in thy glass.”

They’ve not helped me

feel any less rotten,

It made my head hurt,

she made but scenes.

Wish I could sink,

like a sub, to the bottom,

And disappear

from all radar screens...

1965.