3rd of November

3rd of November Sleepy day Ragweed and bitters Time drips away Spigot of rum Rotten limes In the sink Missed you again Newspaper flies Obits and sports Lay in the dirt Dog barks next door What the hell for? Cigarettes and coke Scattered like quail Across the coffee table TV is on CNBC The news is not good I missed you again 10 days have gone Since you left I can’t get right This buzz in my head Adrift and alone I call on the phone To a voice I don’t know Says you’re not all alone Day turns to night The “friends” reappear Another night of whiskey and beer I hope when I wake I won’t have missed you again You are so damn allusive This life you call dear