another day chock full
of choices of things to
hate another forehead
cobwebby dull throbbing
almost pain another
obstrusive reminder
of things that I
hoped were long gone
another obstrusive
reminder of things that
I hoped were long gone
Gone and forgotten
my stomach feels
rotten my shoes
are all soaked
and my socks are
all cotton my
insides are black
from the smoking
and pain and
every damn song
is fucking the
same this same
goddamn train
glides soft through
the rain and I sit
and dizzily wait