Don't Cry

I feel hell

in my face -

burning in my nose

sparks in my throat

preasure in my head

from all this smoke. 

I could put out 

this fire by 

releasing my eyes

but I am bound 

to feel nothing

when this flame dies. 

I have mixed drinks about feelings

I'll sit at this bar 

and take shots

of thoughts

about everything. 

I'll mix spirits. 

Get white girl

wasted. 

Fuck that classy

wine sipping

and reasonable thinking. 

I am stood up 

by so many. 

What else can I do

but think

think think.