You call it

I’ve done the walk a thousand times getting lost in treads of thought that have walked the thousand thoughts treading into
same lost footsteps that always lead these shoes well away from the direction
of her


Bad Algebra

one bottle of melatonin
one full bottle of klonopin
a 12 pack of yuengling
you cant’ get to the roof of the building
do the math
divide or add fuck all to the power of whatever
one mobile call gets you this:
alot of worried people
one or two good swings at a few emts’
a ton of great charcoal drinks
decent hospital food
and an eight pack of guinness when you get out to type this
this time bomb will sleep well tonight