the only things
that break me down
are booze and nostalgia.
I sit and watch old
Tom & Jerry cartoons,
and try to think
of what I am gonna
say as I intro the night
at the open mic
this evening.
then I move on
and become
enamored with
our last conversation.
my back hurts
worse than
Brooklyn beat me.
which way should
we go
when it comes
to the people
we want to fuck?
it's only noon
and I have apologized
twenty-seven times.