Friday Night

My Fridays merge into Saturday morning. I can’t avoid hearing birds in the surreal light before sun rise.
I pass cyclists on the drive home with a Camel in hand.
Getting home where trauma must be delt with- swiftly-no one left.
No sleep.
perhaps a hot bath and a hair wash.
More beer…?
Possibly if it keeps me in this chaotic, unwashed space.

I should know better…
No. Uncertainty and the thrill of an unexpected mad moment lure me in. I do not wish for escape.
I think I’ll have some water.

Friday Night

megapplepie

Joined October 2007

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