Here I sit, in a puddle
Full of my own piss
Trying to make a sentence
Cross straight through my lip
Right at the moment
My eyes dry
And glue to the
Backside of my eyelids
I pull my head up
Off the bar
With an indentation
On my forehead
The bottle's dry
Stumble outside
With the (beer) label glued
To the backside of my right hand.
How long have I
Been passed out?
And what's this blood
On my shoes about?
I peel the curtains
Back and feel the
Sunlight blind me
Through my eyelid
Making it's way
Into my brain
Like a 4pm sound
Checking bass drum.
Acetaminophen
Is slowly making
It's way through
My bloodstream
My blood begins to cry
My stomach pumps the last
Remaining drops of bile
Into my throat
While I dial out to find out
What I did last night
Finding out and thinking that was cool
Not sad
How long have I been passed out?
And who the fuck is that guy sleeping on my couch?
Why the fuck is he wearing my wedding ring?
And why am I wearing a negligee?