Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Poetry 49 - Spoken Word Rehab

We're getting worried about you

You seem to be focusing
More on your smoking
Than your breathing

I haven't seen you in...

literally six weeks.

You used to limit yourself
to one cigarette a day,
stopped smoking for months,
and now you smell like an ashtray.

We just don't know what to do

Your words were once so intoxicating.
Release. Refresh.

You can let the wine breathe,
but that's only before the roaches slide down
and make it smell like vomit and pee.

You used to say that beer was just ethanol and piss and I don't know how you let yourself become that.

I saw the lights were out at your house,
and I'm scared it's the same for your head.

Come home
Come home
Come home

We miss you, damn it.

Your girlfriend misses you.
Everyone misses you.

Come home.
Come out.
Open up,
we're here to help.

Believe it or not there is food
other than hungry howies delivery.
And there is life
outside of the TV.