I’m tired or writing
the new year
or what’s left
someone said last night
that the academic
circle
of sociology and economics
was shifting
I didn’t know a thing
even after all the books
I read or bought.
All I have is a scotch
and the lazy poems
of an ex-german poet
that lived in Los Angeles
plus the
40% plus
that keeps me awake
through the long nights
of the wasted
unneeded
– such a beautiful word-
the unneeded
whispers
of the drunk
man.