ask me how I feel
when nothing quite appeals
quarter after one am
again
I've sunk through the bed
nightmares that I'm dead
most of which
keep me from falling asleep
once I blew a point 3
once I blew a point 2
drunk I threw a fit
lasts a lifetime
I don't want a lifetime

Tired
of second guesses
Life
that feels like a sentence

Watching cars circle
corner and reversals
mapping out whats at stake,
that they're free to take
once they break the stairwell
then I'll bid my fairwell,
half liberation
half escape and


home
stretch menial stances;
grasp the concept
passed on relationships

i can sit on the corner
watch a city swarmer
night watchman laid out
trying to storm the floor
make it through the hallway,
and out of the third floor
dull city tours around
that seem
that make new york
seem like allentown.