all you can do is

come home

and drink

yourself

away

and wait

 

for the next day

 

another slow

languid

tiresome

rotten day

 

another day

hung

with suffering

suicide

blues and

hatred

 

with banality

futility

apathy

and

much less

 

that day

and another

on and

on

it goes

for the rest

of your life

 

or

if you’re lucky

 

a day when

it might be

so

glorious