The completely made up one

The completely made up one

Or The geriatric one.

You pull me up

Push me down

Offer me a steaming cup

It burns my tongue

Dribbles down my front

I spit it out

It hits your face

You slap me hard

It is my fault

I am too old

Too frail

I shout you wail

Locked in mortal combat

Rolling on the floor

I don’t want to be here anymore

You pull away

Snarl and curse

I don’t know what is worse

To die alone

Or wish it done

By your hand

Or once you’ve gone

I am not too old

To forget.

You shout

“Just another drunken lout

With the heebeegeebees

Driving me crazy.”

Hallucinations

Used to be fun

Until they were hijacked

By a humpbacked whale

A dolphin birthing a cockroach

With snake eyes

And eagle-sized flies

Buzzing around in my head.

Oh lord

I wish I was dead

Or waking up

In a king-sized bed

With the mother and father

Of a hangover

A pool of blood on the floor

Soiled underwear

And short-term memory loss