Wednesday, December 23, 2009

poem of the day 12.23.09

stifled

sitting here

barely breathing

the scotch bottle emptied
and in the sink

the beer cans a wreck
on the coffee table

books all over the place again
unread

the year falling desperately away

the same old story
i’m the same old act

yeah, i got friends
stretching the globe
from pittsburgh
to madrid

but not a goddamned
one of them
can stop a night
like this
from happening

over and over
again.

1 comment:

Bukowski's Basement said...

Man... You've just channeled my world...