I have this problem with alcohol
late at night
I call up old friends and
spill out my secret thoughts
I ask them to validate my memories
I’m always afraid that I’ll remember things
the wrong way
I have this problem with cigarettes
late at night I’ll smoke them
alone on the porch
The taste reignites burnt out memories
and I call my friends and
verify the validity of the memory
and what it means to me
I have this problem with writing
late at night
I have this problem with hiding
my confession and guilt
late at night behind
prose and booze
I have this problem
where I spend too much time
in train cars and deserts
I have this problem
where I remember you
the wrong way