I hear rumors
Of forgotten
Illusions. Of hallucinations
Causing contusions.

Woke up on a random couch,
On a random street,
In the middle of a random town,
That I did not recognize.

Had it been one night?
One week?
One year?

I hear rumors
Of forgotten
Illusions. Of hallucinations
Causing contusions.

The house, like my pockets,
is empty, and
I hardly have the energy
To think.

The walls all have faces
That I cannot recognize.
And won’t stop spinning,
As I search for some medicine.

I stumble over my feet
And my face
Catches my fall.

I hardly have enough energy
To cry.
As I remember my younger days,
When I would swing on the swing
In the woods and sing love
Songs to the dog.

I hear rumors
Of forgotten
Illusions. Of hallucinations
Causing contusions

But, I cannot put a face
To the name.
Or remember what I had for breakfast
As I seizure on the cold, damp, kitchen floor.

I choke as I try
To breath.

Was it a lonely walk home
From another bar?
Or a monotonous day
In the office?

I swore I would quit both.

But, woke up on a random couch,
On a random street,
In the middle of a random town,
That I did not recognize.

01/30/2007

Posted on 01/31/2007
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