I remember pacing small grocery store aisles
On a Sunday evening, dreading Monday out of habit.
A Two-block walk to Dunkin’ Donuts and happiness,
But NO coffee pot at home.
Anything I wanted was in reach,
But I couldn’t reach any of it.
So many people and still so alone;
Never un-witnessed, but never witnessed.
Marveling at the sky,
When I could see it.
Marveling at the rest
When I couldn’t.
Childish sheets and
And never feeling like
Less of a child.
New packs of cigarettes,
New bottles of booze,
But always the same
Camp chairs and sunsets,
Camp chairs and sunrises
Camp chairs and discoveries,
Camp chairs and friends.
Smells beyond description:
And stomach turningly bad.
Name That Smell: Food, Feet, or Fun!
Drunk in a cab, (okay)
Hung over on the train, (terrible)
Sober at work, (terrible)
Drunk at home. (necessary to forget about the other three)
Random screams in the night,
Video games on a TV on a chair,
Heavy footsteps coming up the stairs,
And I remember the moon,
Shining in at me
Through the window,
Probably smiling for me.