The house is stone gray
Unpainted walls collage
The morning sun
Ugly and broken
Cracks permeate the tile floors
I lay
In lavished grace
Mattress on the floor
Strewn with stains and mistakes
Reveling in sweet
Disgust
While everything works around us
In order -- in line

From the mattress
A glance to the doorway
Reveals the woman
The alpha and omega
The reason to love life
And to hate it
She isnt unscathed by this
Ugliness
I have surrounded myself with
Bruises and cuts
Past fights
Her own demons to face
Nostrils red and inflamed
From short term relief
She's the queen
The everything
Amidst all of this nothing
No god. No government.
Only the cracked walls
The cockroaches
The rising sun
And her

This is my kingdom

I grab the handle
Of Maker's Mark
That slept with me
And start again anew