(20 minute poetry)

tripping up on downers
slipping on banana skins
someone's out to get me
no one ever wins.

Smashing into midnight
when the clock says four
crashing through the skylight
done it all before.

Nothing ventured
nothing new
something borrowed
was it you ?

I didn't see the sandman
but he handed me the *****
to dig my eyes into my face
and wallow in the shade.

It's pills for that and pills for this
and pills that make you want to kiss
it all goodbye.

The weekend at Mile End
a sad end for some
but
it could be much worse than this.

She kisses me from far away in some long forgotten moonlit bay

but I remember on the breeze
she brought me gasping to my knees,
a wave upon her shore.