A Boring Story

no more smile and no more outrage

apathy pervasive emotions narcoleptic

no more smiles since fucking sunday

sinking feelings drinking early stinking septic

stinking like a dream

spoken outside in outside voices

struck silent into shruddering and cold ground padded noises

sucking myself up a truth that i don't need

last nights i don't believe

no slowing down

no faces smile no lips that frown

grey to neutral every synapse

stinking thoughts a pool of dinner

wipe my mouth and hope to die

this street is cold early morning noises

this body reeling ugly early morning choices

no more drinks til fucking noon

stinking teeth and gums a blackening that sets in soon

and an all revealing smile

just falling down

won't make these hours turn around

i wish i could remember what i'm trying to forget