This mood
would be
laughing gas if
it weren’t
cyanide gas if
it weren’t
a helicopter blade
against my neck
in slow
motion but
time doesn’t slow
down here
in your presence
it stops
your voice doesn’t stop
its too fake
too loud
it just keeps
on talking
too too
much and I’m
screaming behind
this smile
screaming I’m
screaming behind this
smile
screaming brain dead
I shouldn’t
have bought you that
last beer
I should have
bought more beer
for me
where’s that
bartender I need whiskey
more beer
and whiskey please
oh god
there’s not enough liquor
in the world
to wash out my ears
oh please shut
up would
you please shut up
oh god
please just shut
this guy up

08/22/2005

Author's Note: published in Loch Raven Review

Posted on 08/23/2005
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