Myopia

I've seen twenty-twenties
put mortgages on bar stools
just to take the edge off the world,

to redraw it in crayon
and dance with Degat's girls
while I go wine-eyed on the house,

afloat in a mush
of colour and smiling scowls and cats
that could be dogs by certain light––

but four legs is still
four legs at least, even when
you leave your glasses on the bar.