Newbie First ever poem and first ever submission to anyone, anywhere |
Last Call I have earned it No, I deserve it Better yet, I earned it so I deserve it. "Back in a minute," the door closes behind. Start the car, breathe warmth into my clenched hands. Squinting through a fogged windshield heart at a trotter's pace. What's your hurry, bud? You know damn well what my hurry is. Do I want this? You earned it. I'll feel like shit. You deserve that, too. Headlights glare, exposing me for what I have become A drunk Roll into town, leave the car running the door a jar I jog in at a rushed pace Not really moving fast, but giving me the illusion of moving fast what's your hurry? I earned it, damnit This is my earned and therefore deserved reward. Scrounging for money, deep into pockets digging for wadded bills and hastily gathered change Whoops! Back to the car to dig up some change left in the coffee soaked cup-holder. Back, stupid grin victorious with my sticky booty. Pay off the clerk, avoiding his pissy look. Fuck him, I earned this. Driving back home chastising myself If this is so great, why do you feel so bad? Who gives a shit, I earned it, motherfucker. Creeping along, crawling really, my prize riding comfortably in back. Roll back into the drive, headlights off nobody will notice, damn I'm slick carefully stash it in the fridge in the garage Walk in, opening the door like a thief, moving, catlike into MY OWN FUCKING HOME Pop open the first one, cold crisp, with just enough bite. Just like the first cigarette of the day. Initial rush, feeling mellow, buzzed. Done already? Damn, you drink like a fish, son. Army training, Sir! HA! Paw through the fridge for my second and third (one for the road a leering grin at my own inside joke to myself) Where are they? Ah yes, in the crisper! Another grin Two becomes three, three...four... Back to the garage as my drunk kicks in almost fall into the car Exagerrated lean helps me from falling in a noisy, foamy heap. Hide empties, smothered in the trash under the filth She won't look there Crash on the couch lights are still on TV is strobelighting the room Fuck it I'll get it later |