Eating dinner, utterly alone
Camel wides, Icehouse, indolent phone.
Black lace tabletop, chop of lamb.
Blasphemy reigns, I curse goddam.
"Grey skies, tomorrow is tears"
Twenty-three wasted, seven beers.
Out of control, unwilling to cope.
Breaking all down, mourning my hope.
Made to suffer, lot in life.
Slave to adjust, perpetual strife.
Barbarian bastard, sonuvabitch.
Working the man, servant of rich.
Easter evening, brand new book.
In for the night, alone in my nook. |