Alabaster Disaster

It seems it's the usual order

Coffee & nicotine

Vices I can't quite shake

Reminding me just how human I am

Constant failings in a sea of struggle

Shaking off contentment

...it makes me uncomfortable

...paranoid

Ice storms my window

Our trade off for warmer temperatures

My own little drummer boy

Drowning out the songs I don't want to hear

The dog, curled up on my lap

Could care less about the weather

Much less about the alabaster disaster

He rests his head upon

A porcelain keepsake

Traps the ashes

I've never been the coaster type

Unless you count the way I coast through life

I am not fond of complication

Am prepared to die alone

Yet still

I see eyes in the smoke

That curls round the room

See my future in the grounds

Sticking to the side of my mug

Evil truths

I'm not yet prepared to face

So in disgrace

I light another cigarette

And turn the music up.

NH

2014