This is it,
where it all begins
where it all started
sitting at a corner bar
alone and at random
this music is nothing
notes and screaming
bad voices
bad poetry written on the backs of dollar bills
and twenty dollar hookers
i end it all and open the door
she is looking more and more
in my direction
and i choke down another drink
i stumble to the sink
and bleed out my past
i swear baby, it will never last
and here, writing
i fall into a trance
begin to spin my pen
as i run out of thought and pleasure.