Sat on a red light,
watching my life going by;
so I made a stop in a small pub,
the only life glow in a dark alley,
“bourbon, no water, no ice”,
I asked, for the girl to reply,
“in the end we all die.”
I felt swiftly old.

I shouldn’t drink but
I cannot stop the thirst,
“fill it again honey”, I said,
“bourbon, no water, no ice”.
“Any favourites?” she asks,
“the one that slays faster,” I said.
I am old.

Implications,
inspirations,
insinuations.
You lied there dead,
heavily breathing,
numb and alone,
a carousel of horror.

Round and round and round
lifeless misdemeanour

Yearning for air
with the heart departed,
she walked away.

Round and round and round,
a crime only in my mind
with just everyone culpable.