Vices

Here I sit in a puddle

Full of my own piss

Trying to make a sentence

Cross straight through my lip

Right at the moment

My eyes dry

And glue to the

Backside of my eyelids

I pull my head up

Off the bar

With an indentation

On my forehead

The bottle's dry

Stumble outside

With the beer) label glued

To the backside of my right hand

How long have I

Been passed out

And what's this blood

On my shoes about

I peel the curtains

Back and feel the

Sunlight blind me

Through my eyelid

Making it's way

Into my brain

Like a 4pm sound

Checking bass drum

Acetaminophen

Is slowly making

It's way through

My bloodstream

My blood begins to cry

My stomach pumps the last

Remaining drops of bile

Into my throat

While I dial out to find out

What I did last night

Finding out and thinking that was cool

Not sad

How long have I been passed out

And who the f**k is that guy sleeping on my couch

Why the f**k is he wearing my wedding ring

And why am I wearing a negligee

And why is it noon on a Tuesday