Vons

“You have sacrificed your

Chips to me,” I said in a mock militant voice

Licking my fingers

Like an addict that needs the remnants,

The crumbs of

Life.

 

And I don’t know why I ate them,

I wasn’t even hungry, really. They just

Seemed to know the right flavors to

Converse with to make my tastebuds

Breathe.

 

I promise you next trip to the store

Chips are on me.

 

I’m sorry I drank all your whiskey

One shot led to another and counting

Became second priority.

The night whispered happiness

And I followed close to make

Wednesday the spotlight

For a change.

 

I promise you next trip to the store

Whiskey’s on me.

 

“I think I was addicted to catnip in

My past life,” he said as he took a hit.

And sighs became one with

Smoke while the cat ran infinite circles around the

Room, I swear he learned new tricks while

We were away.

 

I’m sorry I smoked all your

Cigarettes. I guess you had a right to

Laugh when I said I was quitting.

It doesn’t even taste right to

Me anymore. The sin used to taste like

Nectar, but now I taste

Desperation disguised as

Addiction.

 

Next trip to the store,

 

Who am I kidding, I’ve got a pack

Stashed in my car.

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

you described my night better than I lived it
I don't know my awe from my shame
but yeah, this needs a few more reads
for comprehension and enjoyment
well done on this...I must hit the hay and
god willing, return

[saratogaparty]

Thank you so much!

This was my night in a nutshell.

Quite literally. It was the happenings of last night in poem.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

we shared a night indirectly, maybe; :)

[saratogaparty]

Yes we did! Just be glad we didn't actually though, otherwise you'd be out of chips cigarettes, and whiskey!