ON THIS MY 9496TH DAY ON EARTH

Only booze-cigarette breath now
No birthday-boy breakfast in bed.

At least it’s the weekend and
No work today, you say
Ignoring the urge to check FB
And failing
– fuck them all to hell.

It’s September, so outside
Kids still ride their bicycles
Bells ringing, wheels spinning
Spokes rolling like clockwork.

Alone, 26, spread-eagled in bed
Sleep, sleep, sleep until tomorrow.

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