wasted efforts

dip 2, don’t call back
somewhere,
i’ve got a shack
to lie in:
there’s a sofa
sleeping behind me
I woke up.
drunk dial better written
than done:
in my head, it’s a gun
that determines
shicksal – always when I’m 88.
i couldn’t stay straight
so went down
and gave it try; that dentist went awry.
hung out from a sense of obligation:
i would have gone
but i still had it in my mouth
gagging and gagging,
even orange juice with waffles
didn’t make it better:
“Know where to get a bloody mary?”
and we went to brunch:
my wallet was refused
my money worthless: what do you think of me?
and now?
I am no cow
nor are you interesting;
I left when the 11 o’clock bells ring.
ruined. fucking ruined.