PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It's a short walk to the bar

from my wrecked little house,

I go when the night takes me

in my sober revolution,

There are people there I care for

and some others I don't

it's no matter because soon

I'll be seeing double

and there will be even more people I enjoy

though twice I might despise,

Pros and cons

Prozac and conviction,

The walk home is harboring

the fine suggestion of screaming

into the vast dark multitude of unknown backyards

where every dog will howl with me,

I'll piss on the roses

that are kept clean by an elderly woman,

I imagine that the damage done is

barely enough to kick up a fuss,

I'll return home soon

back to that wooden wreck

in shambles

filled with other lost boys

trying hard not to grow up,

I'll be dizzy

and alone,

left with my intentions