sorry for a haphazard Winedrunk as of late
but lack of sleep, novel writing, and lingering effect
of a viral infection that i refuse to get treated...well....
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
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