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Indecision
I don’t wanna dream
I don’t wanna think
I don’t wanna blink
All I wanna do is drink.
My last drink, smoke
My last smoke and
Grapple with this question of
Whether or not to just be.
Because I’m teetering
I’m fucking tottering,
Like only I can and this
May end in disaster.
I’m wavering, I’m weaker
Now than I thought I’d
Ever be. Life has only
To push me, in either
Direction and I’ll fall
Wherever it wishes.
It’s like I’ve been embedded
With a spirit of helplessness
That tickles the back
Of my throat making me
Unsure if I have something
To say or if I’m about to
Have another coughing fit
