Into the Ice Night
drunk mornings that smell like vomit
evenings loaded with junk and ice
blurry months where suicide was chased but never caught
the big brown dragon soaring through the flaming meadow remains free
priests trying to teach the words of the Lord
helpful naïve youth handing out Narcan in dark alleys
mice and elephants fucking in dilapidated shooting galleries
barfing in the kitchen sink as a strange woman’s taking a dump in the toilet
staring at the rising sun at five in the morning while shaking a plastic
bottle full of chemicals and lethal reactions
the vapor’s released into the air all that remains a piece of
ice meant to eviscerate dreams and engender grandiloquent nightmares
algid embraces that could never heat up the summer nights
a single pair of lips that turned even frigid winter days scalding
lost years of blurry memories
a Bachelor’s degree and a Master’s somehow acquired
attending university while drunk and high
meeting people at parties
faces never to be remembered
names never meant to be recalled
friendships doomed to obscurity
a parade of people lost in the fog
nothing was there just blank years staring at
the window and it’s fucking alright
nobody to care for nobody to care for me
friends out of necessity
one-night stands that could never become anything more
Emily’s eyes chasing me everywhere
her late-night embraces were superior even to junk nirvana
no one ever came close to replacing her
despite the hundreds that tried
more Four Roses in the glass
it’s time to disappear into the night for the last time
Horror Sleaze Trash 