Avoidance

Avoidance

My eyes grow thin and haunted

for lack of sleep

so dry

I try to remember what I wanted

when what seems like so many

lifetimes ago

I loved cooking

and I wasn’t so fussed about drink

now I drink before eating

addicted it would seem

to mother’s ruin

I knock back gins like balls knock down

a ninepin

suck on basic smoke

paper and nicotine

and creak

and stretch my limbs on my stone-like

single bed

with every turn I bang my empty head

one day a week thank fuck

it comes tomorrow

my medication comes and I wolf it

down

relax my hamstrung brain

on 75ml diazepan

and bravely skip the lure of this lonely

town