DRUNK

WHEN YOU WANT NOTHING
THERE IS NOTHING.
NO ONE CAN FORCE YOU
TO DO ANYTHING
UNLESS
BY MEANS OF VIOLENCE.
AND EVEN THEN
THINGS ARE IFFY.
SO YOU
TRY TO RELAX
AND
SETTLE INTO
COMFORT.
I'VE FORGOTTEN
HOW THIS FEELS.
I'M FORGETTING EVERYTHING
I THOUGHT MEANT A GREAT
DEAL TO ME.
NOW THERE IS JUST
A SILENCE
SWEATPANTS
AND RAGGED
T SHIRTS
AMONGST THE BIGGEST
BLACK HOLE VOID
YOU COULD
EVER IMAGINE.
I WISH I COULD
REMEMBER THE SMALL THINGS.
YOU KNOW.
THE GOOD STUFF.
THE THINGS THAT MAKES YOUR ARM HAIRS
STAND STRAIGHT UP.
YOUR THROAT
GO DRY
AND YOUR
CHEST BEG FOR MORE ROOM
TO GRATIFY YOUR HEART.
BUT THE THOUGHTS,
AND THE MOMENTS,
THEY ALWAYS SEEM
TO SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS
OF MY HANDS
AND AS I GET OLDER
I KEEP FORGETTING THAT I HAVE
CONTROL OF MY FINGERS
TO STOP THAT FROM
HAPPENING.