A Boring Story

No more smiles and no more outrage
Apathy pervasive emotions narcoleptic
No more smiles since fucking Sunday
Sinking feelings, drinking early, stinking septic
Stinking like a dream
Smoking outside and outside voices
Struck silent into shuttering and cold crowd padded noises
Sucking myself up a truth that I don't need
Last night's I don't believe
No slowing down
No fixed smile, no lips that frown
Greater neutral every synapse
Stinking thoughts I'll pool at dinner
Wipe my mouth and hope to die
The street is cold early morning noises
This body reeling, ugly early morning choices
No more drinks till fucking noon
Rotten teeth and gums and a blackening
The steps in tune and an all revealing smile
Just falling down
Won't make these hours turn around
I wish I could remember what I'm trying to forget