Sip. Chew. Have a lil’ fun. I feel good… when I do.
C-eight. H-one-one. I feel good… N-O-two.
Fuck everything.
Sip. Chew. Have a lil’ fun. I feel good… when I do.
C-eight. H-one-one. I feel good… N-O-two.
Do nothing.
Sip. Chew. Have a lil’ fun. I feel good… when I do.
C-eight. H-one-one. I feel good… N-O-two.
Father bless my search. Such a good role model. Satisfaction must be down this alleyway behind the bar. Nope, looks like the trails gone cold. Back on the turkey chase I race through the night life, under aged lights and bar fights I push past.
Shouldered off the sidewalk, I backtalk but never backpedal.
“Fuck you and anyone who wants to test my mettle. My spirits unbreakable, I bet I could weather any storm, any beat down or break up from left field I promise you I’ll be right as rain.
I spent half my life wet, living in the circle round the drain.”
Suddenly, I see a future in her eyes.
Later brain from Jane turns to brainy conversation, fueled by latent indignation about injustices perceived. Against me. And — you know — the world.
The room twirls.
I contemplate my fate as the fan spins. Edges of the vignette start closing in.
Restful embrace keeps a cool distance as two lonely souls embark into sleep’s foggy waters. We lay tangled up, but sail in different directions.
The siren’s refrain whispers in my ear as misty arms wraps around me.
Sip. Chew. Have a lil’ fun. I feel good… when I do.
C-eight. H-one-one. I feel good… N-O-two.
Self-destruct.
