Different Day
It’s a different day.
Hope registers as a pain very familiar yet
impossible to locate.
Last night tossed aloft on a pure wave of
intoxication.
It’s a different day.
I wake up feeling strange.
Everything looks the same, but the air has shifted,
altering cognition.
I recognize the stains.
It’s a different day.
Sunshine haze filters through a venusian dreamscape,
milky-blue.
The mirror ablaze with reluctant shadows eaten slowly.
Same old room.
Four walls compete to squeeze me tight until
it becomes difficult to breathe.
Thinking of you.
Alone
My nights are bad and long.
My friends with talent have all moved on.
They left to chase the big time in populous places with
at least two airports each.
My friends without prospects are raising children,
cleaning up after their pets.
They want to talk about divorce settlements and
mortgage payments.
My old, once reliable drinking buddies only leave the
house to attend A.A. Meetings or prayer circles.
Kicking their various addictions has left them with no
sense of humor at all.
No Problem Officer
The cop on his bike glances at me rather disinterestedly.
He knows that I am only looking to harm myself.
Crying In The Rain
Cuz it’s gone, daddy, gone.
All the love in the world smoked like
a cigarette,
Reduced to ash.
The awful taste in my mouth won’t wash out.
Are You There?
Hi!
It’s crazy eyes!
What are you doing tonight?
I got the strangulation fever.
Will you resign to meeting me anywhere?
Hey!
It’s now 9:45.
I am dressed to impress.
I just need a ride.
How about getting tore up from the floor up?
Anyplace but mine is fine.
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