One More

One More

By now you should know that every Halloween I post a new story for this most joyous of holidays. This year I'm doing something a little different. Instead of a new story, I present you with a poem that I wrote, and feel is in tune with the spirit of the special day. Sound fun? Read on...

Huddled in the corner of a piss stained public restroom
Your mind eased by the rhythmic clatter of roaches and the faucet's drip, drip, drip
Coming back down, you need one more hit to delay the inevitable doom
Needle still in foot, you can return to work after one little trip
Stench of shit and gasoline gives way to burning charcoal
Swatting at the flies, heart races and mind breaks down
Pity settles, for you know you haven't accomplished a single goal
Pumping gas for the more successful, and now king of a toilet, still no crown
The buzzing of the flies increases, deafening the faucet and roach
Dead flies explode with ash, and more on contact, clouds of ash fill the stall
Choking, gagging, everything grows silent, the ash parts revealing a fiery stagecoach
Realization occurs and your last act is to puke before you fall
Death exits the stagecoach and enters your life, with needle still in foot
All because you needed one more hit, there you lie in piss and shit, puke and soot
                                                                                   Now just one more name on Death's list

Faster and faster, the brand new convertible takes the turn
Dusting the last few snowflakes of winter off your shoulder
New car and new girl your way of attaining what you yearn
Speeding towards the sunny summer, speeding away from days colder
Faster one more notch, but you pay more attention to who's in the next seat
Legs that don't end, topped by a pair of torpedo tits, the perfect girl for the week
But with sun and girl, flies become attracted to the heat
Driving faster to lose the swarm, causing clouds of ash, the road hard to seek
Beauty turned to fear, your only passenger is now garbed in black
The legs that were a stairway to heaven have led you onto a highway to hell
Blinded by the ash, deadlier than any cigarette, on flies you being to yack
Left instead of right, air instead of road, one more foot till you no longer yell
You raced against Death's chariot and lost, but there is no other round
Carelessness introduced you to death, gravity introduced the ground
                                                                                   Now just one more name on Death's list

Running from washer to drier, sink to oven, a single mother of newborn triplets
Ears confused, buzzing drier, ticking timer, crying phone and ringing babies
Feeding, hurting, cooking, you have trouble remember what food each baby gets
Angry at the cheating asshole, your filled with doubts, riddled with regrets and maybes
All that remains; a run down house, three bastards and pain in your back, neck and knees
On pain killers since his sons came into your life, and you'll be yourself again, never
All alone, yet never a moment to yourself, one more pill the only answer to your pleas
Sitting in a locked room, only a hallow door deafening the noisy confusion, not forever
The imminent chaos forces you to rely on yet another pill to sooth the endless pain
Headaches and muscle sores remain unsated, so one more pill designed to numb
Numbness fades, crying doesn't. You fall back on liquor that pours like rain
Through the rain you see a mirror and an image that breaks to pieces like a crumb
Ash flies and horseless carriage, no longer a room, now an eternal tomb
And another like is ended as Death voices with a boom
                                                                                   Now just one more name on Death's list

You've beaten the odds, lived well past the age the doctors gave
Now here you are stuck in a hospital, until you run out of time
But even if there was a solution, there'd be nothing left to save
The result of countless unprotected nights, well past your prime
An old feeble man at the ripe age of forty years old
All it took was one more girl, and one less rubber, night after night
A sexoholic with a disease, about you there's not much left to be told
You've tried to make it right, you've given all your money and all else left to fight
Too little, too late, you've lost it all, your life and your wife because of one more girl
For so long you've survived but throughout the years the flies have been about
No sadder sight than a young person on top of the world and due to lust it unfurls
Weakened over the years, all it takes is one more ash, accepted without a shout
You got what you deserved and in the end it all comes down to letters of three
All the same, all just as remorseless whether it's STD or HIV
                                                                                   Now just one more name on Death's list

 

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This is certainly different than anything else I've written, and I really like it. I don't foresee a new career endeavor in poetry, but this was a fun detour. I hope you enjoyed the ride. I have something big planned for Halloween next year. In the meantime don't be strangers.

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