Cleaning Up

Bright, morning comes quickly and sets on fire the broken memories of last

night’s violence. They’re fading, keep the devil waiting, it’s safe where it’s

bright, it’s safe in the morning light. 

 In a previous life ­­ let’s say, “forgotten” ­­ I too took a gamble and I

lost it all. Fated, I kept myself sedated, complete surrender, it’s best if you

don’t remember. 

 I sweep the broken vodka bottles and ash from the kitchen table. In the other

room I hear voices muffled. Faded, keep the devil waiting, whatever I’ve

created, it’s safe in the morning light. Faded, keep myself sedated, quick

sense of doom, as you walk into that room.