Sunday, January 4, 2015

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.