One Day Too Many

i haven't had a drink
in several days
i'm running dry
my bones need lubrication
the brain needs insight
all words pour out onto page
seem like giant turds and worms
worming their way
crawling along
with no value
no heart
just eating small holes in pages
and leaving trails of feces behind them
the paint peels away from the walls
bubbles and strips
the floors creak and shift
faucets pulled away from fixtures
and door knobs
drawer knobs
all get pulled off
this place is falling apart
the voices call
for justice
and
perseverance
for wicked woman
enormous amounts of drink
for chaos
which will keep them breathing
voices
i hear you
but the less i keep from you
now
the more rewarding it will be
when we both dance
through death
entangled arms
embracing
against cold frail mellow dramatic moments
frozen in time
with our cheeks pressed up against
faces
made of clay
emotionless
stale
and fragile
under
the mistletoe
is a lonely place
for the last
clown
at
dinner for Valentines
Cupid
should be shot
bound
gagged
and fucked
with a soldering iron
then thrown into a gift basket
and delivered
to your job
voices
i'm coming you fucks
so get ready!