It’s one of those nights
where every muscle is a cramp
and the brain is dull with fear
and there is a bottle of bad Lebanese
sambuca; a gift I can’t drink
and there are cigarettes but
every breath is a wheeze
and the shit is hot and stings like mecuricome
and the tears don’t help
and the silence is for a change unwelcome
but the music was worse
even t.v. might help but
the reception went south with the unpaid cable bill
I try to read a magazine but it’s terrible
and I have to read the sentences four times each
I can no longer keep the terror from scratching out my eyes
so I roll with it
and it rolls with me and together we write this piece of shit
which does help
for about four minutes...