A Boring Story

No more smiles and no more outrage
 Apathy pervasive, emotions narcoleptic
 No more smiles since fucking Sunday
 Sinking feelings, drinking early, stinking septic
 Stinking like a dream
 Spoken outside in outside voices
 Struck silent into shuddering and cold ground padded noises
 Sucking myself up a truth that I don't need
 Last nights, I don't believe
 No slowing down
 No faces smile, no lips that frown
 Gray to neutral, every synapse, stinking thoughts, a pool of dinner
 Wipe my mouth and hope to die
 This street is cold, early morning noises
 This body reeling, ugly early morning choices
 No more drinks until fucking noon
 Rotting teeth and gums, and a blackening that sets in soon
 And an all revealing smile
 Just falling down
 Won't make these hours turn around
 I wish I could remember what I'm trying to forget