11-16-2014, 01:11 AM
Swollen eyeball reality jarring me
awake. I blacked-out in the same
position as yesterday screaming
politics into ears half deafened by
Jim Morrison on repeat screeching
I did it again, I don’t know where
I am. Bevies of 40 ounce gut-rot
clank, a phlegmy attempt to rise
from tattered futon feebly. Lonesome
like a foreigner I trip, finding that
damn sobriety chip. Two sprawled
nudes croak, a jackhammer
sputters outside.
awake. I blacked-out in the same
position as yesterday screaming
politics into ears half deafened by
Jim Morrison on repeat screeching
I did it again, I don’t know where
I am. Bevies of 40 ounce gut-rot
clank, a phlegmy attempt to rise
from tattered futon feebly. Lonesome
like a foreigner I trip, finding that
damn sobriety chip. Two sprawled
nudes croak, a jackhammer
sputters outside.
cliche my forte
