At a Loss

Wandering through the sunshine and moonshine, at a loss. The days pound at my brain.

The nights are numb, a shot administered by to my mind instead of the teeth.  The news a daily anesthetic

removes life from my upper and lower limbs.

My partner a will-o-wisp, no forwarding address. The bends of our life too much for her, not enough oxygen.

Now, I think that I shall swim in my nightly shot and lights out.

What happened to this place we call home?

At a loss, the forest of waste surrounds me.