Sunrise splits my head in two
like a fiery guillotine.
The drunken symphony
of meaningless notes plays sharply
on the forehead of the morning.
OUCH.
Shimmering flow of freedom,
why must you torment me so?
Punch-drunk lullaby,
why in the morning must you die?
Artificial happiness bottled
and sent off into the dreamtime abyss,
fabled ephemeral bliss.
SHIT.
Heart of darkness,
spinning in crooked circles
beneath the crescent whisky moon.
Bags of blue-gray
liquor-lust,
sit like tramp stamps
beneath my tired eyes,
last night's sins boldly imprinted
on the pillowed skull of today.
UGHH.
The hot steel vice grip
of the morning
spits shards of liquid glass
into my temples.
Beer-soaked memories
drift detached in the fog
of alternate realities.
FUCK!
Will someone please
get this fucking elephant
OFF MY HEAD?
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