Midnight

Wallowing in whiskey colored glasses,
Medicinally drowning till it passes.
Strung out on unforeseen good-byes,
Hot tears well in blood-shot eyes.
 
Curtains drawn to ignorant daylight,
Counting up things never done right.
Unanswered messages clamoring to be heard,
Chirp of the machine like an annoying bird.
 
Tossing cards into a baseball cap,
Every miss accusing you a sap.
An empty glass summons again,
From bottles always drawing to an end.
 
All things that could, went wrong,
No place where devotion can belong.
Hoovering addictive nicotine smoke,
Feeling up couch change withdrawals broke.
 
Begging and borrowing one more hour,
Before dusk leaches willpower.
Voodoo pins poking sodden fool,
Appropriate tormenting tool.
 
A gun lay at the foot of the bed,
Beckoning lover's song of the dead.
Flies frenzy discarded Chinese takeout,
Cottony jade colors progressively sprout.
 
Whiskey glasses enhance the fog,
Medicinal cure christened hair of the dog.
Blessedly shit-faced once again,
Midnight demands, “Where ya been?”