Learning how to drink

alphabet soup from the label

in weighted order.

The gods have created

a hu ed man in the image

of an empty soul.

A blue screen writer

who writes people off, to gain

nothing in return.

A wrigley stick of dynamite with a burning aftertaste.

A Marlboro man dipping his tongue into a burning lake.

Twenty bullets aimed at the chamber of your heart.

Flavorless leaves,sizzle like an overcooked smoked pop tart.

Nicotine tattoos,a needle through your lung.

Once an inhaling and exhaling apparatus,now Self will has come undone.

A seance of words

lifting your dormant spirits

to a higher place

a human with gun

and Bible strapped on to his

bullet ridden heart.

Struck down by lightning

thundering claps,hands clasped

drowning out echo

Spinning wheels,with fractured hearts.

Destination.

Medication.

Estimated time arrival.

Heavy eyes,pleading hands,beating hearts.

Dreaming of a better day.

Eight or more hours of bliss.

Wake up smell the roses,the thorns are caressed.

Table awaits.Set with hurried hands.

No menu.

No tip.

Today's special,is yesterday's waste.

Uniformed smiles on the beat.

Overtime,underpaid.

Feebled souls caring for the heroes of the past.

Long and forgotten.

Family tree withered, leaves

one in wonder.

Why does goodbye take so long to confess?