7/21/2007

he doesn’t want to lay awake
crawling through this web of a bed
this cocoon of bed sheets
he doesn’t want to be here
oh please
he doesn’t want to sit and stew
brew and boil to an unhealthy hew
a heavy shade of green round the gills
it kills
sitting silent in the dimness

this basement is distilling
all the bubbles in his mind rise
pop at the top
see the suds in his eyes
glazed and disgraced
but he couldn’t tell you why
too many thoughts to carry through the days
spend all these nights the usual way
and wake up to a new earth shaking change

or so he hopes
on and on it goes
the same days stretch out
and his hands grow old
his mind stays fresh
untainted
maybe blessed
but the rest
well it’s gone to shit