Killing Time

I'm gonna go get some beers tonight
For nothingness has lost its fight
With the shards of parallel realities
And its memories of fatalities
So I'll go out to face this violent town
And as ever feel the worthless clown
And surf the quicksand of leaves
And feel frightened and ill at ease
From the rivers of regret and the seas of shame
And I only have everyone else to blame
So I return and dump them in the fridge
And feel a pounding on my forehead ridge
Telling me I need some booze or pills
To stop the thumping, crunching wheels
From destroying any last drop of sanity
And restoring a reassuring false vanity.
Finally the beers are cold enough
For me to taste them, so bitter and rough
But I don't mind because it's strong and cheap
And it's easier now to justifiably keep
A sense of good humour and gratitude
So you give your loved ones pointless platitudes
And find yourself upon your knees
Repeating over and over the word "please"
And the mud flows through your fingers
As your decrepit grasp lingers
So you go back to your eerie room
And focus your lenses to zoom
On the ladders imprinted on the walls
And the incarcerated tears and abandoned calls
So you sprint out of your house down to the park
And lie on the marshes in the diamond dark
You meet a tramp and talk for a while
He always greets you with a solid smile
Then you trudge back home in your dirty jeans
Wondering what the 'i' in Life really means
And he crashes down hard on his shifting porch
And the family spy him with a torch
We're semi-conscious on our bed
Thoughts of tomorrow left unsaid
And tomorrow evening we won't abstain
And we'll end up chasing the Devil again.