“Painful Nightcap” by Alex White

Painful Nightcap

Squish Squash
Bug
Cig Butt Flick
Swish
into
the bin.

Drained from living without

and
Drained within.
Doubt clouds pour from up above
Dancing in the puddles before it drys up again.
Down and out, home run in the 6th
Inning now I’m winning.
Never doubt again.
Contrived vibes
Lies.

Need to return back to the honest,
I promise I’ll land on my feet
Walking.
Escape and longing
Dessert and family.
Mom, my life is in disarray.
“Who’s isn’t?”
Always in on the joke I hope.
Don’t hurt me.
KNOW NOTHING AT ALL

Late night after party. Blue yellow red glow of Broadway. Taco Truck. Pathetic pitiful personal life. Spray paint sniffing, unicycle drifting. Red balloon. Just set it and forget it. Fresh squeezed orange juice. Bottle. 1:04am. Reaching the apex of loneliness. Week old super market sushi has never tasted so good. Raised a consumer, break the chains, you’re a loser. They want to see my failure. They want to see me in poverty. They pay for tickets to witness my descent. The pleasure of sadism. Reading death forums in the dead of night, letting the unnatural light guide me.

Gulp.

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Alexander White is an artist in search of ways to reduce human suffering through art. He takes himself way too seriously. Find him on Facebook & Instagram

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