ngdawg

It's 3am. Another bottle of wine emptied. It's become a close friend of late, but a replaceable one. Words stare out at me, some empty, some lifting, some hurtful. It's a small world, this corner. Gadgets and paper askew. Burnt remnants of too many cigarettes sit in a filthy glass ashtray and their stench fills the air. I stare back at the words, taking them in as if they needed to be recited later. Except for the clicking of nails to molded plastic, I am a statue in this museum of stagnant creativity and useless commodities . I tried to straighten my world. Stray pieces of jewelry, my opal earrings and rings, a broken watch, all sat in disarray before me, so I put them away. I keep trying, but I keep messing the surface of my world. A metaphor......

__________________
Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.