A Rythm

I am drunk

lonely

and stupid

 

On a night

where I made

the right choice

 

The thoughts running tonight

are faster than the bulls

who are themselves

faster then the runners

before them

 

I am thinking

rambling

and stumbling

 

On a night

when I tread

lightly on the water

 

The shapes below

are circling my kicking feet

which seem small

compared to the teeth

that await them

 

I am myself

somehow

and free

 

On a night

what looked free

before the booze

 

The bottle is emptying

with alarming ease

as hours tick by

one after another

until the circling morning

 

I am waiting

wanting

and worrying

 

On a night

who went alone

with a sigh

 

The chance at gain is lost

with the loss sure to follow

weighing heavily upon the choice

for a better night

or life somewhere else