Here in this bar, this place could use a Pharmacy sign.
Nobody trusts no one as far as you could throw a person.

All there is to do is be careful,
since I've last the niche for 'taking care'.
And it's right to convey, when all is said and done,
once more, once again, self-conscience-ness
of the worst kind will visit.

What a drag to be eating the crow after having prepared the pie.
No news could be the best news, but now no news is just another lonely feeling that eats at my unstable soul... that links to
and with my delusional mind.

Good-bye to all of this... this bar is here, and so am I.
Or really? Too much of a 'good' thing makes for some
sinister side effects.  It isn't just one cause, one affect
So I will reminiscence with my own-self, wondering why
intensity is so attractive and alluring.

How do I love someone with a slow-burn and will I ever learn.

end

To get back
in the game,
I need one
good hit.
A horse with
early lick;
that has more
heart than
Joe Louis
and Jake
LaMotta
combined.
I need decent odds,
at least 8-1.
The racing
gods have to
smile on me
one more time.
At least for
6 furlongs,
and then baby,
I'm back in the
game.

As my eyes break and sunlight pours in
My fingers stretch
Reaching
Crawling towards a warmth and presence that is absent
So they still
And the vessel that is me snaps into routine and continues the day

And when my eyes slide shut and moonlight peters out
My fingers again stretch
Reaching
Craving the feel of his skin under mine
So they rest
And I finally sleep; till sunlight pours in and my fingers go
Reaching