Wednesday, January 23, 2008

TWO.

I WENT TO BED
AT 5
LAST NIGHT.
I WASN'T DRUNK.
NOW I AM AND
IT'S 2:15.
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I"M DOING
OR WHY.
I KNOW I JUST
WANT CONTROL
TO BE LOST
AND THINKING
TO BE FLUSHED DOWN
THE SHITTER.
I TURNED MY
SPACE HEATER ON
AND AM SITTING ON
MY BLACK CARPET.
IF I WERE REALLY
TRYING TO
CONCENTRATE ON
THE MOMENT
I'D REALIZE THAT
I WAS DRUNK
AND SITTING IN
FRONT OF A SPACE
HEATER
ON A BLACK
CARPET.
ALONE.

3 comments:

Ken Baumann said...

I like these poems. I like your blog.

Justin Rands said...

Thanks ken.

Justin Rands said...

hope you keep reading them.