Well

At the beginning of the night

I started out by thinking

WELL SHIT

I’M ONE HELL OF AN ALCOHOLIC

AND A MANIPULATOR

Because that’s fun to do

And now I spit through wooden slats

Burning through my last match

The Long Goodbye sitting unread on my coffee table

But my mother

MOTHER

Is one step ahead of me

With fifteen beers hidden in a drawer in the garage

So I’m stuck with pilfered vodka

With Jackson’s old lemonade.

Katey calls
I’m halfway down my street when she hangs up

Time for another swig of vodka.

Cigarette smoke in

My eyes

There’s always smoke in my eyes

Tomorrow ten hours of work

WORK

Ash on my keyboard

An endless can of smokes

My last LAST cigarette falls through the slats on my porch

Into spit

Go to bed

GO TO BED

GO TO BED