On becoming a man

He is facing the edge

Of divorce

When you getting

growth,

year-on-year

as long as the empty bottle

was piling up,

your wife as the least willing

person for him to say with.

He used to

hang with me

with several boys

without marriage.

Sometimes he envies

The boys’ life,

When he was hear the stories

Of the man’s single life, got

lost, indeed, the mind

was telling him, indeed.

How dare

you have any affairs, like us?

We may figure the shape

and fond

of her, or them,

those words like waves.

You are the hot plate

sitting on the barstool

with alcoholic-heat;

And forget the mornings

Is inevitable,

come by the timing.

So, this the way

On become a man

Like those trivial, mundanity

It matters.