Routine

by Death no Faith   Jun 2, 2009


I took a drink this morning with my cereal
as i lay on the couch
the remote control
had chocolate melted over it
there was a shadow in front of me
i lit a cigarette
walk to the kitchen to grab a towel
it was too early for words
i sipped on my beer
as i closed the bathroom door

laying on the couch
it was almost time get another carton
newports
i put on my shoes
feeling the eyes on me
i sat a few more minutes
waiting to finish a beer left from the night before
it was flat
but it is always good

as i close the door
my shoe lace gets stuck
what a battle
i get to walking

reaching the gas station
i forgot my wallet
damn i walk back
to my apartment
its nice and quiet...
dirty but quiet
and empty

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