March 14, 2011

• at night when it’s quiet
  i sit at the kitchen table
  with my glass of whiskey

  thinking about so many things

  failure
  love
  it’s resolve

  life
  changes
  everything

  and the later it gets
  the more i fall down
  become sad

  and try desperately
  to forget
  everything i know

  and the floor is cold
  and the windows don’t hold heat
  and the days collect

  pile up
  make waste
  of so many memories

  but this is darkness
  this is late night rambling

  reaching
  stretching
  finding life

  underneath layers
  and layers

  of sadness
  regret
  and minimal currency

  without coin
  cash
  or dollar amount

  this is night time
  when it’s quiet
  and i sit
  at the kitchen table

  drinking my whiskey.

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