Laying down my head
on a slab of concrete pillows
with fear and anger
blistering in the sun of
a thousand fireflies surrounding
the clouded air.
dreaded anger lingers the mind
where do I turn, who do I
The beer bottle is my genie bottle.
suffocated breaths as I take gulp by gulp
I stare drunk eyed at the emptied demon rum
“Where are my three wishes”?