I’ve been to too many bars
and had too little to drink
it’s the same tastes of the same swill
mundane and I feel a little ill
relishing every step to the car
the fresh air
the cool breaths
the steam from my lips
as the cold sets back in
these days are bright and warm
and the night falls below
comfort levels
I’ve been eating evils
in an attempt to not feel blessed
filling late nights with parking lots
wheels on concrete or feet always taking me
away from the audience
the crowd and the silence
that keeps these lips straight and tight
eyes to the door and I’m holding my breath
offered a drink and I shook my head
I waved my hand
graciously admitted that
I’m just not feeling it
this bar crawl back water living
barely working and hardly giving
two shits about much of anything
always drunk but never drinking
this mind is forever in a haze
staggering throughout these days
eager to lay
to curl up next to another
or fall face flat in the gutter
whichever feels better
when these cold nights weigh this life
when I’m just not feelin’ right.
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