one
moment at a time
is
the only way
i
know how to live
it’s
how they say
it
should be done
i’m
not so sure
tomorrow
is too much
the
next tick tock on the clock
is
the only dosage of reality
i
can handle
people
pace with purpose
i
react to the immediate
physical
need
and
i like to have fun
as
i define fun
walking
round downtown
lights
making their late night sound
amid
the hustle and bustle
drunk
torn
jeans
a
double edge knife
always
within reach
i
read the lettering on a window
“coffee,
music, art”
comfy
chairs all filled
with
hands on phones
or
laptops on laps
i
burst into sardonic laughter
and
resume walking
where's
my whiskey flask
tonight
it’s been fireball
and
i only know the moment
cause
that’s all i know how to know
when
asked what i want to do
i
can’t construe a comprehensible construct
i
don’t believe in fate or luck
just
how good it feels to drink and fuck
and
walk around unfettered, untethered
in
any kind of weather
log
on to see what critics are saying
about
the dark streets of decay
“he
needs help”
(when
i read that i laughed so hard
i
rolled on the carpet)
and
check the numerical chart
that
tracks the sale of my book
i
am a boxer without a hook
a
writer who mistook
the
moment as meaning
and
one day they will create
a
wikipedia page about me
two
days after the site has shut down
walk
around downtown
a
universe in decay
is
all we have found
and
conversations with collegiate
shows
me that people still dream
that
the fabric of existence
isn’t
torn at the seams
and
even if it is
they
believe it can be repaired
good
it’s
their world
let
them share
let
them live
let
them care
i
just had a flight of stairs
ask
why i still linger
pointing
the finger
laughing,
“you are old”
roam
unfold
bathe
in my insignificance
and
remember this is suppose
to
be about moments
moments
i am always
too
drunk to remember
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