what's more lonely...
a night not remembered or
a Saturday evening on the couch...
in a dark, empty room
with a plasma television
and a computer to consume
the worldly noise
but all you hear....
is a party next door
it seems crystal clear....
and on the roof
the sky is calm
and on the balcony
you can do nothing wrong....
but, another lonely night
in another lonely town
with another lonely groupie
holding you down...
and another motel floor
another story for the notebook
and another anecdote for the cure...
forever poor
forever discrete
never empty, though
and fully complete....
it's another night in the city of the saints
another dream
or is it fate....
what is more lonely then?
the bottom of a bottle
what is more lonely then?
the cold bathroom tile
but, if you are sober and
you absorb it all
the empty faces who
forgot their call....
a club around the corner
with hipsters galore
yuppies and wannabe actors
art students de jour
but, it is you and
your remote control
it is you and your lost, forgotten soul
in another life
in another dream
it was different but,
it is now serene.
it's nearing midnight
and you can hear the neighbors sing
'happy birthday'
and you think of your childhood
your family
your friends
and it all blends
you say goodbye...
to the twelve step program
you say goodbye....
and jump off the lamb
the demon's loose now
he's out of control
he's in your bloodstream
he's abandoned your soul
so what can you do...
who can you call
you just fade out
and forget it all.

04/06/2008

Posted on 04/06/2008
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