Retching

[Daddy Bear]

bed at three and I'm up at four

'cause I can't have these dreams no more

I'm sure I'll nod off in the hours to follow

 

I take a spoon of bacon grease

to lube the coming round of heaves

look away, walk away

and I will swallow

 

 

lasted almost a day

without my

Cigarettes

but the house burned down and I

found in the fire an excuse to keep on

poisoning the well of every

dutiful intention

 

 

I dove to save my drowning friends

and came up only with the bends

seven gone; how many bodies follow?

 

you looked to be of a different kind

but broken was my state of mind

go away, blow away

for we are hollow

 

 

lonely I face the night

beside my

waning self and the PC's hum as I

watch in amazement hands that keep on

pushing buttons wrong on every

magical invention.

[Daddy Bear]

Maybe I'll just call it "Retch." I always appreciate a good double entendre.

[brando]

SB,

 

sounds brutally honest and from the heart.