Refuse me -and
my words, you treat them like daggers
homeless thoughts with nowhere to perch
they need rest, a safe place to sleep. Tonight,
my mind in a whirl and only pills can stop the twirl
swallowed with a bottle of Sailor Jerry’s rum -Yum!
regrets in the morning always come!
Still no plan to conquer these thoughts
memories caught. I have pocketfuls
reach in, they grab my hand -won’t release, until
I take one out, massage, breathe in.
Not going to dirty up my life, but I always do
slyly creep into sleep and vanish once again.