i awake in my underwear to some fat guy looking over me, whispering loudly "jonny!? jonny!" my eyes glaze over and I yawn.... what?

let's go get a beer.

I rise and shine, pull some pants on and walk into a drizzly monday night.

ready for bed now— 5 pints empty, 4 hours past.

and it all seems like the dream I awoke from, only moments ago, dreaming of a girl 20 years gone.

a month has been swallowed, barely chewed. days move backwards, behind. the evenings grow shorter and the ache for a past throbs. Fall—descends aloof to the wings of Icarus. and yet somehow i survive another season. withdrawing into myself as the coldspell pushes forward. i am with someone, yet feel so alone. I am alone with myself and feel most comfortable. I have nothing but few words. and on days like these, they sit loaded, waiting to be dropped.