It was last Saturday,

she said she was coming over soon and

I needed help to finish off the bottles.

She at least makes good company, but of course

she couldn’t make it.

So I decided to drink alone,

woke up at noon,

a rainy Sunday with a beautiful hangover.

There was blood stains on the carpet,

looking at my hand, cuts everywhere.                                                                            

“What the hell happened last night?” I look at the time and it’s already 3 PM.

finally getting out of bed,

I get in the kitchen,

i can’t think,

i can feel the saliva coming up my throat,

still i make eggs and toast,

i know I’m going to be sick.

I walk to the washroom, put my head right in the toilet

I finally throw up, clean up in the washroom.

the sickness is all gone, and

I can finally enjoy my cold meal.

It was the end of September

you in my bed,

you were still in a relationship

it felt wrong, your boyfriend at home was missing you

and now you were on top  a new guy

which was me.

for some reason i didn’t stop you,

  no other woman i had before ever wanted me so badly.

maybe there is a god.


the first night she pulled my pants right off,

fondling my ****** ****.


She kept playing with it, wouldn’t get hard, asked if I had a problem.

"No, it’s almost 5 in the morning and I’m too tired to get it up."

The night is always a good time for
Eating,
killing,
*******,
And other crimes.

Now living on my own, she wasn’t there beside me anymore.
Sometimes this was good, I slept better alone.
Why was it whenever I wanted to sleep,
the one that left me always got upset when I wanted my rest alone.
“Babe, I told you I sleep better by myself.”
“Yeah… I know.”
“don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll be a new man. Surprise me in the morning.”
The next day, the sun woke me up.
She wasn’t there, she didn’t show up.
I smiled, and went in the bathroom to take the greatest **** in the world.

I watch her sitting on the couch,
and she’s trying hard not to cry.
No baby by her side cause' the baby is upstairs.
maybe I wanna’ be upstairs too.

I watch her pop a few pills, two more in the afternoon,
maybe two more to fall asleep.
She never sleeps, but
she got better a few years after
when the baby turned four.

I wake up not in my house but hers and the coffee is made
I have almost everyday five cups of coffee
The bitter taste wakes me
I am reborn
I start my third cup and she says "stop drinking so much
No wonder you have headaches
You’re ******* dehydrated
Drink more water"
She drinks a liter of water a day
I drink a liter of coffee a day
and i love it. . . love it too much

Why am I always thinking about the times that I waste but does good.

How many people are ******* tonight?

How many people are shooting dope tonight?

How many dying on the streets with only a dime in their pocket?

Too many people are starving tonight.

Too many children died tonight.

How does the coffin maker feel when he makes graves
about the size of a human being that should be in a crib?
Still the days go on, and the mother hears cries but
she wakes up with no one beside her.

The day goes on and I’m still here and I’m doing fine thanks.
but when the night comes and you’re still alone,
do you pull the trigger? Or dig out of the hole?

there was never any greatest                                                                        

the bell is ringing                                                                                                            

the wall is torn down

people talking bore me to death                                                                          

models are ugly                                                                                                            

where are the real  girls in this city that know how to drink?

Drinking in lazy bars

I’m a soft man

the greatest