Normality Comes With Words
I write a few lines and realise they don’t talk
My head starts to pound, no alcohol consumed
Since a messed-up Thursday night during which
I salivated over women and drank bourbon, tequila
And the ubiquitous beer, so know it must be the
Words and how they lack any real substance that
Is causing this outbreak of renewed nausea.
But today I must struggle on, remembering how
To craft these words into something of significant
Meaning for that is all I have left.
Thursday night I was a wreck of humanity, a
Disaster of drink and smoke which I’d enjoyed
All day. Friends came to visit and plans were
Made but eventually, again, it just turned out to
Be another one of those lost to the madness.
Horny and out of my mind are never a good
Combination as my eyes feasted over women
Young enough to be a daughter. One, a red
A glorious beauty who couldn’t even acknowledge
My existence and then, finally, one who came on
In, I said “hi” and was roundly ignored. I turned
On the bourbon tap and poured them down good
Until the feeling that everything was wrong and
Nothing could be done to kill the night any further.
The next day I rose, puked in my toilet and got
Right back on the smoking train. Next stop was
Oblivion but then the remembrance that, shit, I
Had work. Still a few hours hence it gave me
A chance to reconvene, take a walk and get a grip
On some much needed reality and then it came.
Another 9 long hours, 8 spent standing on the
Checkout and then I was free. Home I went and
Home I stayed, a few light smokes before my
Beautiful bed came a-calling. Saturday, today, I
Woke and felt normal for the first time in nearly
A dozen days and knew today I had to get on with
Writing some words, remembering who I am
And what I must do to escape this life of mine.
My head starts to pound, no alcohol consumed
Since a messed-up Thursday night during which
I salivated over women and drank bourbon, tequila
And the ubiquitous beer, so know it must be the
Words and how they lack any real substance that
Is causing this outbreak of renewed nausea.
But today I must struggle on, remembering how
To craft these words into something of significant
Meaning for that is all I have left.
Thursday night I was a wreck of humanity, a
Disaster of drink and smoke which I’d enjoyed
All day. Friends came to visit and plans were
Made but eventually, again, it just turned out to
Be another one of those lost to the madness.
Horny and out of my mind are never a good
Combination as my eyes feasted over women
Young enough to be a daughter. One, a red
A glorious beauty who couldn’t even acknowledge
My existence and then, finally, one who came on
In, I said “hi” and was roundly ignored. I turned
On the bourbon tap and poured them down good
Until the feeling that everything was wrong and
Nothing could be done to kill the night any further.
The next day I rose, puked in my toilet and got
Right back on the smoking train. Next stop was
Oblivion but then the remembrance that, shit, I
Had work. Still a few hours hence it gave me
A chance to reconvene, take a walk and get a grip
On some much needed reality and then it came.
Another 9 long hours, 8 spent standing on the
Checkout and then I was free. Home I went and
Home I stayed, a few light smokes before my
Beautiful bed came a-calling. Saturday, today, I
Woke and felt normal for the first time in nearly
A dozen days and knew today I had to get on with
Writing some words, remembering who I am
And what I must do to escape this life of mine.