Nighttime
sippin cigarettes
inhaling wine
as the gentle slope of the road
diminishes to a line

here in the night 
amidst the crispness cold

Morning
I roll out of bed
make myself
the day turns to dread
for fear of auld lang syne 


the trees with arboreal might
whisper careful commentaries
through carbon capillaries
swirling in the night
dark, gentle emissaries
abiding revolutionaries
stand, but never fight




With cold sweat
I drip out of bed

toes

drip drop

a shin

trickle trackle

the weight of a leg

tick tock
sitting up now 

scritch scratch

fending off friends

tip tap

spilling ink 

click clack



before I fall into the waking world

I cling to mary jane

and try to forget the pain

of auld lang syne