Monday, January 16, 2012

another day

"another day"
I drink with the night, my ally, my comrade
and laugh at all the things I do 
I've done and might,
drink another glass
and regret those more the more I drink,
find my hole, my place, this sink,
I regret more the things I drink,
its all past, all gone and done
and this toilet bowel 
smells sour,
I've gone and drank away another day
passed the midnight hour
and I sit where I should stay
head hung low over my toilet bowel
waiting for the day.
-Armando Torres