10.29.17

What do I feel now?
drunk and afraid,
restless with a dull ache
just behind the eyes.
Diseased
yet optimistic.
I have come this far
with a dumb brain
and that in itself is a miracle.
I found you masked and light-blinded
in amplified fog
in rolling sound
and that in itself is a tragedy
The horrible injustice occurs
when it is you that I must relinquish.
Drunk and stupurous I will think,
Well this was unfair.
This was not fun.
This was rigged against me
from the get.

Written at 11:40 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.