the goddamn dirty devils
that keep bickering
inside my dumb, broken heart
keep me up at night,
but when they go quiet
I get worried and wonder
where the hell they went
and what I did wrong
to silence them.
this Saturday (tomorrow)
is my birthday,
and I am turning 37 years dead,
but in my dumb head,
I still feel 25 all the time.
I wonder if she will call
and leave a message,
saying Happy Birthday
with Gruner on her breath?
no more questions marks,
only exclamation points,
because I am getting too old for this shit,
and goddamn my posture,
so call a doctor.