Thursday, 20 October 2011

Don't go out tonight

That old problem again. Walking home drunk and it's late and I'm tired and I'm smoking someone else's cigarettes and what a good time it was and then I 'm lost and then I'm home and then the keys and the door and then that's all of it finished and gone. Just nothing but me in an empty house where it is dark and an obligation for being quiet and not screaming up and down the hallway for just one more thing, just anything, something, someone to happen but all is untying shoelaces and remembering teeth and vowing about morning showers and nothing ever happens but the ordinary slow winding towards morning and one more day rattling up and down the hallway.


Tim said...

Holy fucking shit, Madam Editor, I accuse you of poetry. Yet again. You can't deny it much longer. Leaking out under the unsealed door.

DS said...

I don't know about that. But I was thinking of you every time I wanted to insert a comma but didn't.