poem of the day 01.07.13

coming back to work

after a three-day weekend

i am

still

the guy

drunk

on cheap chilean wine

floor surrounded

by green glass bottles

copulating at randon

movie watching

eating food like a roman

loose-limbed

beer stained immaculate

sleep-filled

without the need of desire

content

humbled by grace

joyous

almost saintly

i am

not

the guy

sober and resentful

stuck under cheap florescent lights

sexless and starving

from the gripes of sad faces

with nothing else in their lives

a bad lunch in crowded lunch rooms

suicidal

hopelessness personified

insomnia nightmare

muscles twisted and tight

jealous and bitter

a morose fallen angel

waiting for the bus

in the cold, bleak twilight

oh christ

oh holy goddamned christ

please tell me

that

i am

not

that guy

once again.                                           01.20.12