planning morning

particular times make me wish for the past
like the sportscar years or the all-nighters
always drinking black coffee and
not getting up until i lit a cigarette
nine bottles a night was not a surprise
in fact all of my friends were in low places
nobody taller than a dime was a friend of mine
getting the next night’s beer was a
major priority around these parts
only those in the night shift do not think ahead
remind myself of tomorrow’s schedule today
names and dates never stuck around very long
inside my pain was a giving
now inside my mind is a fire
getting me motivated in a better direction
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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