#hangoverthoughts

last night I went out

with regret, walking 

along the boulevard

past bodegas, prostitutes

and bars, a solipsism

of the senses took hold

because I created them

(can you even create me?)

Words tumbled out, a little

arrogant at first, and even

more so as I tried to save

the surly impression wipe

face off the bar stool  

and sit, contemplating

hard rock and placement

of the wine glass, eye fixed

on the television, I started

happy, but now I don’t think

about waking up.