Carsten Thomsen - Black Hole

“Now, what was I gonna say? ”

I forgot. It’s gone.

out the window

through the black hole in time

and my head,

like so often

before.

Along with

wallet,

keys

and this month’s

rent.

Hours wasted

around midnight.

As my clock showed a

million to something,

it struck me:

I could be dead

tomorrow

or better off.


Waking up with V.I.P

monster truck tickets,

half empty bottles

of 21 year old whisky

or a younger naked whore

besides me

and a dick that itches,

without knowing why or how.



Scratches my itch

I unscrew the cap,

screw the whore,

wondering where those hours

went, and if life would

have been

more fun

wasting sober?

Carsten Thomsen

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