My Brother And I

it is December and I have not opened
my book in civil law
for days now
except this book of poems
by Olav Hauge

nevertheless i am excited
joyriding in a pick-up with my
long lost brother
and drinking from a bottle
of tanduay rum
we are groggy and we do not have
any place to go
we are just together
and i am driving

if i fall asleep in a minute
something really bad may happen
but how can we ever mind?
we can be dead at any time
and be without any
regrets