yet another untitled poem


it's all in how you play
she said that night.
Our smoky breath contemplating
The meaning of life.

love and life are a game
I've lost this round
but tomorrow's a new day
and who knows what could be found

when I'm tomorrow, I'll remember
she whispered in her drunken song
when I'm tomorrow, I'll try again
I'm bound to win soon, it won't be long

tomorrow's come and gone
and we're still sitting here
Polluting the air with our smoky breath
this half finished bottle of beer.


For the elusive Mr. K
attack my self-esteem