Earphone Blasting
Trying to chase away the tears
trying not to pass out

Close my eyes
let my feet travel
this familiar road home

Breathe in

Suddenly get a whiff
of pine needle trees
reminds me of christmas

Breathe in

another Whiff
stronger the scent
smile spreads

I imagine this is what
the North Pole smells like
clean and fresh, full of life

I feel my muscles
unwinds, letting go
unfurling from their tense stance

Breathe in
one more time
open my eyes

Ok I can do this
and I carry on

I wish I could soak my brain in narcotics.
Then maybe I could sleep at night.
Maybe if I pour Nyquil into my ears.
If I drill a hole in my skull and funnel down some Vicodin.
Some Ambien, Eszopiclone, Ramelteon, Triazolam, Zaleplon, Zolpidem salad.
And a bowl or two on the side.
But then I may never wake up.
And the sky looks too perfect in the morning to sleep forever.

Theres a pit in my stomach.
That must make me a peach.
My skin is so soft.
That must make me a peach.
I bruise.
That must make me a peach.
Sometimes I'm hard and bitter.
When you wait to see, I'm as sweet as can be.
That must make me a peach.
I must be a peach.