Looking through her red box

On a stormy, sunny day

A cold room full of hot heart

It was a different time

In a faraway place

Found out all about

the only unforgivable thing she did again

Had to fly away from the bad news

Park my ride and drink away the hard bruise

And the record just kept on spinning in my head

The same song playing into the dead

Of night

As the airplanes roared overhead

And the traffic snaked all around

And the lights popping off like a multitude of aneurysms

Some mad security guard come tapping on my glass

I had no cold fire to offer the air

Up there

She’ll never know the stories of my diversions

A belly full of rot

As I stumbled through the throngs of mad Christmas cheer

Alone, depraved,

Stark raving mad

A sea rope noose at the ready in my attaché

Mumbling in the cold

Whilst the rich and the loved

Relish in the vibe of their misguided, pompous, materialistic
ways

I froze to death

A thousand times

In a world not of my own dream

But isn’t that just me anyway?

Like a tarnished and unpolished lamp

They preach the Word

As they stir my scars

Love to lay the blame

As they lay down in drug-induced sin

To live this long

And to hold so little

Sans the breadth of memories

Too broken to carry along

To my little downtown room

The lone light above this broken desk

A hot plate and some food

A fire escape and the moon

A place to sit tonight.