the couch isn't
as comfortable as
you remember
your eyes begin
the process of opening
but you force them shut
dare not
move a muscle for fear of
mental collapse
your head
on the anvil while
smith swings hammer
continuously
one
after
another
no rest for the weary
no rest
you lay there in the morning
is it even morning?
palms sweaty
sick as a dog
with nowhere to go
the bar closed too early and
seems it will never open
another drink
another drink
keep em coming jack
don't let this old dog down
its only the 12th and
I've got two weeks to die
two weeks
can't seem to pull
that trigger fast enough