every other word i say

I woke up this morning with enough opiods left to call into work but still motivate me to clean the house for the first time since my favorite lady or at least the idea of her left.
 
I think i found about seven felonies i had seemed to have misplaced.
Dopamine and opiate receptors give giftcards for gladlock hand jobs from  manicurists with dirty fingernails.
Archaic  sign language,pre cursor the hairline trigger pull of the modern man.  
 
Paycheck to paycheck.  
The noose of a necktie.
News radio does'nt remind me of anything anymore.
Too much time
to sit in my vehicle guzzling liquor alone for hours after work
only to finally make it home and find my dinner cold.
so i slap the old lady and kick the dog.
say i'm going back out for a pack of smokes
and never again make my way through that fucking door
a black hole.
 a couple of brown eggs short of an 11 year old"s carefree halloween adventure.
 
Pictures on the piano.
The grand scheme of yesteryear.
Memories of my reflection in a mud puddle.
It's too bad i'm too dead to appreciate long island iced tea
or recognize my own voice in an old song anymore.
Another round.
Draw the shades and take the phone off the hook.