walking across campus
late nights
brings a sort of cool
peace that spreads
through the body
except for the ankle
i turned the night before
drunk somewhere
with someone
doing something
i can't ever seem to stop
doing
the night appears to
be catching up with me
once and for all
and the limp
doesn't help
wish i'd stop drinking
but i can't find a reason
can't find an alternative
without worse consequence
the night is catching
up with me
it seems
and my mind is falling through
it seems
memory lapse and total collapse
don't seem too far off
where self control is a
ill-conceived notion
and these late nights
might be the only
clarity or peace
i get
this life is burying me
using bottles for shovels
and cigarette butts for dirt
i've been living it
too long
and the toll does get paid
eventually