Knocking on her door
Far from immaculately dressed
Far from sober
Crying all these tears
Regretting these wasted years.

She opens up
Gnashing her teeth
Blocking me off
Tiresomely putting me in my place
I'm creating a chaotic scene
Touching nerves and trying to mask
My drunkenness.

My brain rings
And my head bangs
My mind tugs at the receptors
But receives nothing but complete
Nonsense.

I'm out of time
Out of mind
Sitting on the bench outside
Falling asleep
Barely with this world
Mocking my identity
Talking to myself
With a dry tongue.