04.11.13 Neon Darkness
There’s a roaring gloom whispering in my ear
He pokes and prods at my consciousness
And pries my eyes open
I ignore him for the most part
When he lets me.
There’s a vicious abscess festering on my chest
It scares the clerk at the bank
And stings when I lie down alone
I pick at it long enough
To be numb a while.
There’s a prickly monster taunting my tonsils
He lusts for dark drinks and grease
And his sharp tongue burps fire
I feed him most nights
And he humours me
Grey days make way to neon darkness
And solitary journeys to the liquor store
As the cats run away and the dogs snarl malice
But the drifters know my name
If just for the weekend.