it’s late
and the muses whisper
light melodies to my ear
words mix in my mind as
crickets dance in the cold night air.
i flick a match
and an orange glow floods the dark
as i light my last cigarette
breathing slowly as the first puff
mixes with my blood.
all alone
isnt what we’re meant to be
but thats just the way it is
when youre old enough
no one can care.
its my show.
pool hall buddies
hot dinner dates
shooting shit at work
late night AIM
with old college roomates
all equally sick
of real life.
before i sleep
in an empty house
i burp softly
what was in a bottle
before my mind’s vapors
disappear
