Poem #2,805 | Supping on my first beer

Supping on my first beer
after another day of suck
of thoughts
[I feel bereft
inside –
drain-weighed &
unable to care] –
With all
those cramping spasms I
curl in my bed –
fingers a
thing that give sleep up –
spasms in my extremities
& my body will not play –
I find no sympathy & will
give up with such hopes
now that my time is a bill
against my kindness –
I’ll
depend upon no one now