18 February 2012

I Woke Up Feeling Like the Killer

I drank just enough last night.

Enough to put me to me
To bed at a decent hour.

Enough for me to be
Barely able to mutter the word, "Fuck,"
When the Hammer woke me to go outside.

Enough to fall back to sleep
Seconds after pulling
The blankets under my chin
Once again.

Enough to sleep in.

Enough to wake up feeling
Like Jerry Lee Lewis
Walking around my house
In my robe wondering if
I should shoot something today.

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