A Night Out on Castle Street

One for Sodom,

Two for Troy, 

three for Dublin’s
roaring boys:

four for drinking
five at a time.

Six for the clock
that’s striking seven.

Another lost
evening on gin-and-lime

and bright blue cocktails
at 1-and-9;

ten for the choosing
who leaves at 11.

12 for midnight or
maybe it’s noon,

except for the light
of the silvery moon.