Another Journey
Two days in my bedroom with tins of super strength lager and Lucky Strike cigarettes. A headache again, the alcohol surging to inspire, the haze, the frightful hallucinations. Warm sentiments of new friends and visions of cold places abound. Like Dachau. And then I see her waiting in the rain, waiting by my window, cold and lonely,
Mice
I need something else, something other than the hum of silence that carries through my wide-awake bedroom. The heating thermostat clicks on, the temperature dropping to a bitter six below. Relief, some sound. And then my stomach churns after the refried beans at Pedro’s this evening, just before day became night. But mainly it’s that