Young

Come!
Sit with me
on a kerb by the orange lit road and puke in between knees
as the alcoholic acidic stench gently rise to nose
the vomit shall ebb away
and not recall the colour of the puke
and focused single thoughts say
Oh!
Give me another cigarette!
but light it the wrong way
say fuck!
and turn it around but drop it onto the floor pick it
up and it is wet from something
but don't care but take care to light it up the right way this time

breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out

Well now philosophize with the smoke in hand
was life supposed to be
this hard and complicated
being this young and invincible
cannot be this defeated
only confused
but it cannot not be simplified
by this weakened and drunken mind
the troubles must be all thrown up by now
wipe a few drops of tears with a right sleeve and
wipe a few drops of vomit off with a right sleeve and
broken dreams were meant to be forgotten
nothing in the world at this moment matters
but this precise desperation
and love and broken hearts that will mend
with a few more cigarettes
and must hope they will never run out
and must cross fingers
and believe tomorrow will not come!