Tail of a dream

Ever wake, you there, ever wake up thinking
damn I need some drugs? I need freedom
from this boggling dump some hazy headed
pharmacist’s brother’s best-friend’s whore
girlfriend left me in dragging ass behind her?
Ever think, if I can hear my thoughts, why
can’t I see them, or share them like grizzled
cavemen too ignorant to brew beer did when
they gave their neurosurgeons pointy sticks?
Why, it’s a damn shame what I have is stuck
in me and the clutch of miserable sobriety.
It is all free, don’t you see, don’t you want
to pay me—to make me dance oiled and wet—

said the political intern rolling out of bed
on a fine May day his wife stirring eggs.

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~ by Jeremy on May 26, 2012.

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