I want to drift away tonight
Find my demons,
Offer them a lit cigarette
(even though I do not smoke, but I think all demons do)
Share a bottle of vodka with them
"It's been a long journey guys,"
I will tell them, as i fill their glasses
"True, true, remember when you were six?"
"Yeah," I'll say, "you helped me write the first poem."
"And made you think thoughts of never-ending evil."
"I like that," I'll say, "thanks, i really appreciate."
They will all laugh with me, at me,
Like grandfathers laughing at a kid who has
Walked in on a meeting of strangers.