Decided to go out last night because I couldn’t stand staying in any longer.  Mr J Daniels wrapped his warm arms around me and assured me that the world was a happy and fun place.  I can’t remember much of what happened after.  There’s flashbacks of a catfight, rocking the dancefloor dancing like a twat, underage drinkers crying, old women trying to seduce me and bumping into lots of friendly anonymous faces.  The rest has been blanked out.  I don’t drink to escape, but I do prefer to leave half-forgotten hazy drunken conversations as exactly that.

For no other reason other than it fills a space, have another poem.

Lady Rejection 

Straight from the start, built up in my heart,
the emancipation of emotion; When
my search for affection means lady rejection
will shit on my soul once again.