hung over
but i didn’t drink
tired
even though i slept
the red rose i dreamt of
is thorny and black

work’s vicious deadline
in creeping upon me
and i’m going to be
late
as usual

i just can’t seem to drag myself
outta this chair
no words fit the mood
i’d rather stay here in my underwear
and brood

it’s already
too hot today
summer’s adult curse
fire maiden’s wet nurse

i’m waiting for the end of the day
i’m waiting(again)
for the girl

drunk philosopher
drunk poet
drunk
nobody

snap back to reality

division
5 more minutes
one more time
risen
as i try to map
this narrow road
and i know
these words won’t be seen today
because this is just fodder
until the creative beast awakens