The Pain Behind My Eyeball...

 She asks me how I write?
You need more life in your work
She’s kind enough to tell me.

Oh, no
I’ll have none of that
Life,
That’s one horse I’m not betting on.

Too much trouble already
With the booze,
Pills,
Powders,
Smoke,
And of course
The women.

This is one writer who doesn’t  need
To see it all.

She goes on
Between
The smokes,
The powder,
The booze.

Life?

On and on and on.

She’s going places.

I just hope the first stop is my bed
Or at least that she’ll do the dishes.

Before she leaves.