one drink, don't blink
spinning in circles to the rhythm of another's laughter
one step, a slip
the wall on my hand speaks in numbered tones
one lie, listen close
wondering how I will feel after . . .
a song, a friend
bloodshot eyes and a broken bone.

can every memory sound this crazy?
I hear you, but my recollection is hazy
can every night be this predictable?
touching the breeze as it slips through the window
I'm lazy, for a more journalistic approach
can't faze me; I'm too far and tied down.

one mind, three others
hoping, wishing for a meeting with brothers
a glass, almost empty
wasted away cause the night tips you uspdie-dwon
one single dream, an alarm to wake
reality defines and leaves to ache