Something Missing
I knew there was something missing
I thought it was art or writing or reading
or inspiration
Never thought it would be the breaks
in the lines, the mixed up almost-prose
I used to think it wasn't poetry if it didn't rhyme
I used to think my father was infallible
You're supposed to put whiskey in coffee
Not wine
The cheap shit
Not a taste that tingles and lasts
But I have standards
And it lights the fire just the same
I'm feeling misanthropic today
Suck down another swallow
Looks like coffee and cream
Looks like skin
Maybe I'm just horny
Maybe I've been riding the edge for way too long
Maybe not long enough
It tastes like fruit
I can understand how people would buy
raspberry frappucinos from Starbucks
I try not to be a hypocrite if I can help it
and fail anyway
What's this obsession with broken clocks?
The tick in the dark of night
when there's no man in your fireplace to save you.
Stuck at three for days, don't know if it's afternoon or AM
Twenty-four years of bad luck
Oh, the alcohol settled at the bottom
Reacted badly with the milk
Never thought that would happen
Maybe it was the maple syrup
But at least it tastes nice
It's curdled like I left it out for hours
I drink it anyway
Can't toss it if it's not cheap shit
I thought it was art or writing or reading
or inspiration
Never thought it would be the breaks
in the lines, the mixed up almost-prose
I used to think it wasn't poetry if it didn't rhyme
I used to think my father was infallible
You're supposed to put whiskey in coffee
Not wine
The cheap shit
Not a taste that tingles and lasts
But I have standards
And it lights the fire just the same
I'm feeling misanthropic today
Suck down another swallow
Looks like coffee and cream
Looks like skin
Maybe I'm just horny
Maybe I've been riding the edge for way too long
Maybe not long enough
It tastes like fruit
I can understand how people would buy
raspberry frappucinos from Starbucks
I try not to be a hypocrite if I can help it
and fail anyway
What's this obsession with broken clocks?
The tick in the dark of night
when there's no man in your fireplace to save you.
Stuck at three for days, don't know if it's afternoon or AM
Twenty-four years of bad luck
Oh, the alcohol settled at the bottom
Reacted badly with the milk
Never thought that would happen
Maybe it was the maple syrup
But at least it tastes nice
It's curdled like I left it out for hours
I drink it anyway
Can't toss it if it's not cheap shit