Excuse me. Today I'm a little bit sober.
That's why not so sure now it's May or October.
Or maybe today's 33rd of November?..
Sobriety doesn't allow to remember.
Rectangular circles with triangle shadows
surrounding my weekdays. I'm taking my head off
to put on the shelf between books and the layers
of dust, spider nets and the digital players.
I'm still far away but a little bit closer -
just few dreams away from the luck-scooping dozer.
I'm savoring life through the straw full of poison
and finding that flavor surprisingly awesome.
The phone has just died. So just did music player.
It 's finally time for insomniac's prayers.
Or maybe it's time to sign up to that Grindr?..
Tomorrow is Monday? I'll turn it to Friday.
It's probably X-day...Who cares? Doesn't matter!
I'll wait on TV for convenient weather
when no hurricanes or enormous tsunamis
can tear me apart. And that's all to it. Amen.
* * *
Tired
Just few more years to go
Until I'll tell you "No".
You think your luck is near
But it will disappear.
You live in endless vain.
I'm counting drops from rain...
You're wearing "golden crown".
I look at you and frown.
Your talks are full of flare.
I'll have one more eclair
and pour tea to the top.
Still talking... Can you stop?
You focus - I destruct.
You slam it - I'll construct.
You're running at full speed.
To get me when you need.
The time is ticking out
So soon we'll live without
each other. Nice relieve!
But still you don't believe...
We know that life is short.
Let's have another shot!
(that whisky goes so smooth!)
I'm tired. Understood?