Bonus Jonas Poem of the Day 09.05.08

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Tonight

I sit here tonight
With the sun embracing its death
I sit here tonight
With the scotch bottle between my legs
And my wife popping cold pills
And sneezing electric yellow mucus.
I sit here tonight
With the radio dj and the football scores
I sit here tonight
Waiting on the crazy neighbor to blow
A gasket over whining water pipes
And flushing toilets
I sit here tonight
In underwear that is ripped
By the balls and ass
That is full of skid marks
That has lasted longer than its use
I sit here tonight
As one cat sleeps on hardwood
and the other vomits again.
I sit here tonight
Wanting to vomit too
I sit here tonight
Embracing summer’s twilight
And the way the autumn used to make
Me feel
I sit here tonight
Without a clue as to how I’m gonna
Make it last any longer
I sit here tonight
with an old television show
like an old television show that has
been rerun too many times
that I can’t watch it again
I sit here tonight
Wondering what is new
Wondering who paid the bills
I sit here tonight
Contemplating Hunter S. Thompson
And mark twain
I sit here tonight
As the dog lady looks in our window
While her beagle takes a shit
On a browning patch of grass
I sit here tonight
As teenagers fight in cars that blast
Lil’ wayne songs into
The boring Brooklyn night
I sit here tonight
Awaiting hurricane rains
As dinner works my stomach and bowels
And the bedroom calls to me
I sit here tonight
With books and newspapers scattered
And cat fur rolling like tumbleweeds
And everyone gearing up
For the next great debate
I sit here tonight
And I don’t care about anyone
Or anything anymore
I sit here tonight
Wise enough that I just know
I just know
So don’t try and tell me anything.

09.05.08