What emotion is this ?

This tideless ocean
that breaks nightly
upon
scotch stained rocks...

as I drowned my sorrows

reflecting upon
mine own repulsion
of myself

in spillage soaked emultion.

Bartab grows
bearing teeth of broken glass
as late night melancholy
bites me in the ***

The jukebox
offers his ten cents worth

Pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies

change the record
pull the plug
pay off the stranger with the cigar **** eyes.

One more for the road
and maybe I'll leave

for there's too many ghosts
wearing out hearts
on their sleeves...

For my hearts the Titanic
smashed on fresh ice

as I head out in the rain storm
to take the Everlys advice.