ding ding di di ding ding ding

On display,
you can read what I say;
the surface is thin,
outside looking in;
can you see what's within?
I can't.

train of thought

Headsplitting short term memory's
back to stay.
Or at least it's goin' away.
Tomorrow.
Booze laced headtrip,
stop and take a sip,
off the tip,
of the bottle,
let it drip,
let it rip,
a new hole in my now empty
pocket,
busted gut,
So I can forget,
discard,
imaginary pictures
of you
and me
and us
and plus,
recall, events
and things
and faces and places and names;
minute details.
I can't,
it's all hazy
like the weather.
I'm a feather,
free, light, lost.

touch

Once you've had
a taste of it,
It's hard to let go.

It's gone.
I can barely remember
how it felt.

clothesline

hangin my liver out to dry.
been soaking in alco-land
for a good 2 weeks.