Alone With Myself
Poem 4 from my chapbook "As Glamorous as a Kidney"
I have to get out of my head somehow.
I’m sitting down in there looking at old
Pictures and it isn’t helping.
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There’s really no one to kick it with
And this bottle of beer is almost empty.
I drink so much I barely feel a buzz.
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My cigarette burns without a voice.
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The sun shines without prose. It just
Sits up there faceless.
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The wind sends a cold breath.
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The books on my shelf say nothing new.
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Retrowave plays through my computer
As always.
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I’d like a honey-haired chick to sit on
My dick and cream.
That or my ex to speak to me.
She could return if she’d like to.
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I need to leave my cerebral space for
More than a few moments.
With this poem, I step out briefly and
Go back inside between the lines.
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I don’t want to be at the bar.
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I’d hit up Vee the hostess if I knew
She was willing to spend the time
With me to speak.
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I’d be in another city or state if
Finances and my obligations to the
Kitchen wasn’t in the way.
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For now my best bet is to walk down
The hill for a six pack.
I see the only option I have to leave
My mental is to pop the top off a
Brew and get to the next blank page.
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Comments (1)
Loving these last lines: My mental is to pop the top off a / Brew and get to the next blank page. You're very good with slam poetry!