Almost Gone by David Boski

We finished sniffing
all the cocaine and the
alcohol is almost gone
too.

I finish my drink.

I say goodbye.

I leave.

I get home, jerk off
while watching porn
on my phone.

Wipe off with whatever
is by the bed,

and then I force
myself to sleep,

as my heart beats
faster and faster
harder and harder.

It’s 4AM.

I’m tired; of it,
of everything.

David Boski lives in Toronto. His poems have appeared in: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Horror Sleaze Trash, Under The Bleachers, Down in the Dirt, Beatnik Cowboy, Winamop, Ramingo’s Porch, Cactifur, North Of Oxford and elsewhere. His chapbook “Fist Fighting and Fornication” is out now and available through Holy&intoxicated Publications.