I poured the beer out. The awful smell

I poured the beer out. The awful smell
lingered on the porch for a few minutes
longer than I'd hoped. I threw away
a couple plastic bags. I had to sweat

whatever soul I had out through the pores
of my forehead. I love you when I know
that I won't find the book you are in any
shelf or library. O give me reason

to shine for you that isn't reasonable.
Remove me from the heat and sweat I've known
for all too long now; take the poverty

I've suffered; fill me up like a vessel
with all your spirit. I'm the poor liquid
that seeps into the earth for plants to drink.