I’m getting drunk on a
Tuesday morning
On a cold bathroom floor
Thinking of all
The people in the world
Who know my heart was at one time large,
But is not anymore

I’m sitting cold on a tiled bathroom floor
Not expecting anything
But waiting anyway
For a call,
So I can say:
“There is nothing left to say anymore”


I’m just a simple man
With a simple grasp on reality
I don’t believe in
Revelations or epiphanies
I only know that one day I will be buried
I will be carbon once again

And I say this
As Loud As I Can
To cold white tiled bathroom walls
I will have no impact on eternity:
I take comfort in this
And let hollow laughter drop, the empty bottle fall
I am Inconsequence Incarnate-
And this is such a relief
Because otherwise, all I am is
Wasted.