XMAS REHAB

year three of xams rehab

used
to
bunker down

moody and alone

scribbling
with
a
long drink of black

used to pace the night streets with scorn
living
room
lights
raw beacons of the stupid happy
were
angry
fuel

used to go to work

used to stretch out in the bath
and
listen
to
my
nothing

now
i
got
a
tree

smells fresh of pine

and
too many places to go