a woman sells me
cigarettes
way past midnight,

and she
always smiles
at the sight of my
bald head,

coughing, as I
pay for
the same thing
that caused
my cough
just
the other day.

women will
serve you
eggs
for breakfast
to give you
all the
required
nutritional energy
for an
upcoming
difficult day;

men will
serve you
beer
for breakfast
to let you
celebrate
waking up-

the only
truly
difficult
part
of a
sad ****’s
day.

a fly
drowned in
my glass
of whiskey;

I drank it
because
I’m a filthy
****,

just a
drunk
filthy
****.

my heart is in
too many pieces-

some got
lodged into
my arms,

the others
rest in my
ugly feet,

I think
there’s a
couple
in my
head;

most lay, drowned,
in my stomach,
marinating
in whiskey, wine
and beer.

I’ve referred
to many
as my
“best friend”,
but alcohol
always answers,
always stays with me,

never
wakes up
and
decides
to just
leave
me.

no matter
how dizzy with love
the smallest creatures
become,

under the right
circumstances
the puppy
will always
attack
the lion,

and win.

the saddest lives
are of those
which
get along with
their
rich parents,

a high-school love
easily pursued
into
an early
marriage,

the constant availability
of opportunities
to try
a bit of
everything
without
consequences/ regrets
upon quitting.

there’s just
no substance
to
any
of it;
a life lacking
substance
is no life
at all,

so set your
cash
on fire-
count pennies
for another pack
of cigarettes
to torture
your poor, wheezing
lungs,

and have no idea
where your
next
much-needed
drink
will come from,
you miserable
*******
alcoholic.

a life lacking
substance
is no life
at all.

pull out your eyes
and only then tell me
what you have really seen;

pull out your teeth
and only then try chewing
on my shards of glass

painlessly.