Waking up Sour

Eyes open, I was naked,
And in the lingering dream
I was still in Eden, with another
Naked too, instead, I felt ashamed
As the torment hit me,
I had to wander in the cold desert
Until I hit the porcelain oasis.

Last night I tried to find a message
In every bottle they had,
Two weeks, by now,
She should have said something to me.

The temples are aflame, trying to burn
Every memory, when the job is done,
I’ll sneeze out the ashes and flush them.
Now is the time the fire seems strong enough,
This hangover I’ve had custom fitted to wear.


- Benjamin Nardolilli