late at night
i fear
only 7:34
and i don't get to see the back of my eyelids for another eight hours
waiting
for 10:30 tonight
so i can give myself crippling back pain at an early age
doing a job that pays well to afford the spinal surgery and nothing else
cleaning up after a country concert that i could never afford
after drunk rednecks
dipping and twirling their partners
and picking fights with the square in the brown cowboy hat
because the forty odd cans of cariboo beer has worked its way deep into everybody's systems
nobody cares about the music at a country concert
it's an excuse to get shitfaced
and i
must waste my sleep time
cleaning up after drunk rednecks
ruining my back at twenty two
just to earn a living
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 2
Puisijust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
