FRIGID DAYS AND FLEETING PHILOSOPHY
James Michael Ward
freezing rain
strikes the window
leaving beds of ice
on the pane
it is a cold march 2nd
smoking cigarette
after cigarette
the hangover
from yesterdays binge
seems to settle
in my lungs
while I find it hard to breathe
the cold air
like a suicide preention
my mother yells over the phone
for having borrowed the money to drink
this is my life
struggling with addiction
until one day you say
death take me
and God have mercy
on my soul
I think I have a few more years
to beat away at this typer
trying to say something sacred
screw the existential dilemma
I am trying to live life
to the fullest
with the excesses
come the knowledge of humanity
and with despair comes the wisdom
of divinity
I still dream
of the wildest visions
of beautiful days
and beautiful lovers
tomorrow is payday
and I’ll be back in the bar
laughing with joy
at my own stupidity
and the absurd plight of man
so come and sit for one more
and I’ll tell you a story
on the intoxication of dreams
and the mixed reality of the mind-
