Disconnection

She betrayed me again today

The little bitch

She always wants what I do not

Now I must fix

Her egregious mistake

Before both of us get caught

Vodka

Poor
me

Poor
me

Pour me
another

I don’t
want to
go home

(Originally Posted 10.05.2019)

Practice

Try as I may

I just cannot dance

To the beat of your drum


I'm always out of time


(Originally Posted 08.03.2019)

 

Mother’s Ruin

As
the rot
starts
to set
in

I
pour
myself
another
gin

To
silence
the pain
in my
head

As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift

My
mood
starts
to
lift

And
I can
finally
get out
of bed

Bottleneck

Fill it
up to
the top

So that
I can
drink
again

I want to
feel the
pleasure

And to
forget
the pain

Drinking

I fear I’ve
had one too
many a drink
tonight…

Perhaps now
is not the
time my story
to write…

Pubs, Clubs and Other Establishments

It is strange.
You are told that when these things happen, you'll just know.
You won't be able to catch your breath,
your stomach will be in knots 
and a thunderbolt will fly through the sky.
But it doesn't ... it didn't.
It is strange.

It is not that you are particularly handsome - you are not.
But it's the way you make me feel.
You make me laugh.
You make me smile.
I look forward to seeing you.
I look forward to you coming to see me.

But I know there is no future in it.
It will not go anywhere.

I want the thunderbolt.
I need it.
 

 

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