Split Ends

I was daily intoxicated, yet no man could call me intemperate. - Thoreau

every day

mike tells me his problems

the same problems

oblivious to the real one

i need a haircut

need my beard trimmed

need to go to the laundry

lost my glasses

broke my spare pair

having trouble seeing out of one eye

car not running right

i offer him solutions

his excuses are wispy

he sits and stares at me as he takes another swig

wanting to blow this lame gig

sporting the combovers of his tall natural ice and thin whiskey wig

Author's Note

"A man may acquire a taste for wine or brandy, and so lose his love for water, but should we not pity him." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Nicole]

All I could say was “damn!!” after I read this. I wrote out a whole review and erased it. My biggest thought is what are we doing here with our talking mouths and listening ears. Are we just biding our time until it’s time to move on? How many words are we speaking that fall on deaf ears? Thank you for sharing and as always, scrambling my brain in a good way.