Drain
A Poem

The quality has left me a drain a tired man in underwear left over from a life The sour notes of daylight blinding and excoriating a peel and shed for the unwilling The madnesses of triumph over endless trips to the cornerstore the consumption of alcohol-free beer and whining about the lack of fate when you don’t believe in fate The arguments all go crumbling staring into the drying wells calculating minutes it will take to go to the bottom The total absence of recovery standing out loud in the solitary room Another insane moment dusted with the anger of medication opened up by the ankle a nerve torn loose I don’t know how to do this
J.D. Harms 2020





