sometimes i write/this is a long one i did/it may or may not be a work in progress/opinions welcomed
A CODED JOURNAL
Since the divorce we have grown closer.
The settlement meetings have caused us to
converge.
RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS
Act 1:
Since you left
I’ve grown so fond of cigarettes
Been out with Jess
But eating less
And lying to myself.
Driving like a fucking madhead
off my face on pills
Late night roads welcome me with wide-eyed death-promises…
I've been so high
These past three months
You probably don’t know me at all.
(I can’t say I know myself anymore)
ACT II
Becoming increasingly introverted
The whores lips were sealed by the tentacles emerging from her uterus
&
There’s probably more to life than street fights
I found myself craving them, and that’s when I knew:
I had lost it.
So I’ve taken all the pills, lost count, lost control.
This is us in mourning for the alcohol we spilt last night.
Now he coughs up his liver in chunks while we bring the funk.
This is us in the morning, a mess.
