how is it?
no matter
what happens
good or ill
no matter what
life
sends my way
I always end
up here
always here
how is it?
as the sun explodes
and my dogs die
my woman won't sleep
or talk
anymore
how is it
that as whiskey
drains to glass
and relationships
come and go
like thunderstorms
flashing
how is it?
life deals blow
after blow
and I sit here
turning the
other cheek and
typing
for christ's sake
typing
as if these words
meant something
other than nothing
I should be put to work
or death
these words
bring no food to the table
no clothes for my sister's
bruising back
nothing
only another few kilobytes
reduced from thought to ram
and then gone
quick relief
quick relief
then back to nothing
as life throws another left hook