it
seems more and more
i
wake up not knowing where i am
or
how i got there
i
stumble out of an alley this morning
i
know i was at a bar
shots
of whiskey, pints of beer
i
know there are train tracks near
as
trains would pass
and
blow their horns at some intersection
waking
me from my stupor
long
enough for a blink
now
i’m reading streets signs
but
i really don’t know
where
i am
god
i really gotta quit drinking
i
buy a coffee and a bottle of water
and
sit at a bus bench
i
have no smokes and i’ve lost my phone
jenny’s
gonna kill me
crap,
across the street is the bar
i
was at last night
i
really didn’t make it far
i
go in
they
recognize me
hand
me my phone
i
buy a bloody mary
and
check my text messages
yup
jenny’s
gonna kill me
i
send a text
instant
reply
“get
your ass home now”
i
give a guy a dollar
for
a cigarette from his pack
down
the bloody mary
and
grab a book of matches
off
the bar
go
outside and light up
call
a cab
then
find
last
night
i
never touched my flask
i
start sipping
forgetting
i should stop drinking
or
at least eat something
i
take another sip
whiskey
on my lips
watching
my life drip
down
another drain
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