2:57 AM poem

likepilateihaveadog

In the vein of Bukowski



well, I've rolled another cigarette
and drunk beyond remorse
time to sit on the back balcony
and think about the snow
falling down
like me
on yet another weekend
failure to step up
and say,
"hey, do you want to?"

God,
it's been so long
and so many nights
I've listened to the voice I need to hear
but never my own
and the screams that lie within

time to smoke that cig
time to rip that butt

the cancer that will eat away
the promise you hold now

for what?

shit

time to go out back and figure it out
before it's too late

or is it?

there's still time...

yeah, right.