Brain won't rest. Mental marathon runner. Meds are on holiday, double-digit doses due by next week. Alcohol provides the spins and a limp whiskey dick that nobody wants anyway. Drugs deprive you of sleep, which is already a delicacy in itself. Second chances. Third chances. Seven, eight, nine chances. Reruns of the same shitty show … Continue reading ‘Nother Round
Staring into a digital void, hoping my signal has been reached. Signs of love on life support. Unplug me and watch the batteries die. They don't recharge. No resuscitation.
Running from an inevitable future, only a few steps and a hurdle ahead of failure. Slips, sprains, broken-hearted dreams, unbridled debt, ditch deep. Hair clogs the drain as poor genetics take up residence like unwanted family. Bald boys aren't beautiful. Future romantic dates require a preamble, better bring a jacket for the cold shoulder. Six … Continue reading 36