Poet Introduction "But on second thought, I didn't have anything to say. Besides, I have to admit that whatever interest you can get people to take in you doesn't last very long." - Albert Camus' "The Stranger"
Truth be told My happiness in Sleep lies It tells me This time you won’t wake up But every morning The same ole thing “Wake up you need to make money” So off to work I go To fluke a flock of cameras Then when pay day hits Make a prudent reserve *psh* I’ll pro’lly blow my wad
Or worse yet Blow it all off Skip work Ditch class Find myself outside a bar Call out one last time Before my sponsor saves My ass one last time Cause let’s face it There may not be one last time left ...
My words are poison So I swallow them Dissonance down the esophagus Death Drowning Dreaming Rattling my soul about this empty shell Plastered legs, empty bottles Remind me of those comforts The warm bath, the ovarian lights, the sweet surrender of sleep The silent misery The taste of isopropyl alcohol that chases each glass And mingles with the dissonance Slows my consciousness clears my vision Slouched against the hub-cap outside coffee shop Watching evaporating shadows