dry cough

one more drag

put out one last



drag myself

up from the chair

wondering how much

whiskey’s left


one more pull

and cap the pint

chase it

water from the tap


mosey down

towards solitude

blanking thinking

that’s a trap


keeping on

is what I do

all that’s left

since I lost  you



she paints her face

and then her toes


“guess that’s how it goes


that man

thought he could

own me…

another fool, God knows”


mosey down

toward solitude…