This is the way it goes:.

Your friends turn against you,

Your daughter is a whore.

Jesus stops listening.


Your bones ache as if you’ve just been taken down,

And your money is gone.

Sleep is one of those things you remember,

Like childhood,

But can’t quite seem to re-live.


Dinner is M&M’s, or anything with sugar.

All birds and animals are predators.

A good phone call is a charming young man at your door.

The world is half right when you have,

Hell when you do not

Your past is a dream

And you doubt

That you have ever really lived.


Because right now, you’re dead.