After twenty years of yoga Moped without
And mastery of its Troubling the potholes
Acrobatic asanas—forehead Or the pigs and sleeps
On the floor, feet round The sleep of the just.
The neck, total breath control— This his ritual the past
He tripped over the doormat 40 years though every
And died of cardiac arrest— Christmas doc warns him.
All of 44. Clean living, It’s his last.
As he put it once, I asked him once.
Is the path to nirvana. Over a peg, boiled eggs.
At the Goodluck Taverna And a saucer of peanuts.
Eddie, 74, pours three The secret of his long life
Quarters of cashew feni And sound health.
Topped by a shot He blinked behind his soda.
Of doctor’s brandy He blinked blinked behind his soda.
Down the hatch below Drink. Siesta.
A picture of Mother Mary And God bless;
Between sunset till What for you is poison.
The bar shuts at twelve. Is for me tonic.
He goes home on his And medicine.