Porno for the illiterate

Intimacy gashes by orange dents and cracks
As a subtle brush crashes a dead silence revived
By the indifferent lives – we are all so alone
Praising our little scrap of heaven in a glass by a bed night piss

Grey cats dance in light poles and jaywalk the cricket streets
While unwanted wives weep a neighboring stranger’s sleep
Unlike Broadway, our nights cast away in dreams
Heading South in red Chevies to flee redundant days

But the orange lights flicker – someone still awake?
Off an unfinished binge to set the clock front
We waste our time lakeside by an oak-aged face
Popping bottles like christening boats

I’m barely afloat, can’t walk a straight line
And today’s smartest statements are tomorrow’s forgettable phrases
Yes, the angelic faces that have graced lips dried by a malt
Are tomorrow’s forgettable faces that stain my pillow cases

Whiskey raped my youth – I was abused – what’s your excuse?
Mary Jane promised me lies, had me tangled in blue
This broken sonnet echoes the age-old ramblings of a drunkard
Yet it’s too subtle for you to say: “You have a problem”

Fuck you, what do you care?