This morning I woke up
And didn't recognize the room
The smell though was familiar
***** spilling out of pores

I am not Happy

Though last night I seemed ecstatic
Spirited by spirits masking all the sadness
I wonder when the wheels fall off
If i can go the distance
Will inebriation take vacation
Will I be a statistic

caramel words were spilling out
now dried up on the carpet
promises that don’t age well
etched into the plaster