Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Lonely Nights at Home with a Bottle of Brandy

Slamming down this bottle of Brandy I reflect on my life. The passage of time that sails away faster than the time it takes me to think about it. The way the sunlight hits her face while she's sleeping. I take another shot. The pain the burns within this shell of a man has been lit below for far to long. The pressure has been building for some time now & at this point the liquor can no longer numb the pain that plagues my ever move & thought. To just let go for one moment & breath the smoke filled air after putting 13 rounds of ammunition into her face. I sit back & smile.

Monday, January 11, 2010