Morning’s mourning Emanates from the pit of my stomach Suffering reeks of alcohol and last call. Humility and downfall Pent up fury turns slurry in a hurry Rabid Journey through misery meets martinis madness Mixed with alcohol applied liberally fattens Infantile emotions provoked evokes broken folks Sympathy as I willingly produce infamy simply A symphony of incredibly little silly One man act shows of plain stupidity Lingering long after played in them, starred. Handling hard liquor mad makes it trickier Drink lavishly and drive badly swifter Driver’s license applied sadly drifting Gladly enter inebriation’s haven a drifter That tenth shots a hitter and it’s like TIMBER Abandoning blandishments brandishing nonsense Rearranging fixtures within the establishment Window spoken becomes “Winderr…broken?” Misbehaving craven creating flagrant fines Culpable crashing multiple candy machines Bartenders summoning management beings Sheepishly abandon the scene of the crime Without being dragged get tossed outside Thirsty Horse saloon… see you next time cowboy. How far joy seems being alone atoning roaming memories Remnant presents owning from reveling in presence reverent. Pouring over a book referencing medicine when suddenly Insistently she's call me DAddy…DAAddy…dadDY! Let it in, Karel's candy coated sass saunters through the corridor molasses mortars warring with my pursuits but her mewls bully me to the bedroom, face full of crooked grin, doomed. Now waking up to the second day of break up, YUP still sucks as much as the first one. Add mistakes up dirt dug for my own grave, Neglectful, disrespectful, yell, want things my own way …as she lays warmly still, next to me a universe away, An artist way with words but theres no meaning in what I say Since I don’t make her feel very special anymore. The inches of distance on her face where her shiny eyes Look out from is simply beautiful, how come this outcome Tears trickling down them when we last made love? What ill luck that ten days before our first Anniversary, She wants space, moving out but I hate the sound of broken up So I hope and pray my sunflower returns after she takes this Holiday.