Poem by Ryan Bozeman “Post Mortem of a Night on the Town”

Post Mortem of a Night on the Town

I squeeze my hands so tight
that I bend the bones until it hurts
They serve as shock absorbers
for the feeling of every eye laid squarely on my character

My jaw, clenched like a vise,
I don’t even realize till my teeth ache

(Unhinge, deep breath, center)

Thank god for this drink in my hand
Better than a Marlboro Light
Though I miss that
When in doubt
Drink
Conversation lulls?
Find an out. Take cover! Disengage.

A sweaty baptism of spilled swill
and sticky skin that reminds me again
of my shortcomings. They are limitless. And I hate this. I’m nauseous.

Died in my bed again to the sound of the wobbly fan. My love, my closest friend. I’m sleeping in.

Bio:

I love to create scores for others’ poems (you can hear a few on my SoundCloud link below) – let me know if any poet/poem comes to mind. I love collaborating and creating and view it as free therapy. 

I’m a songwriter and (occasional) poet from St. Augustine, FL. Just now finding the courage to actually put a poem out there to the world. Only took me 39 years. 

My SoundCloud link – 

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/Nv5mf9ksap7t6GBC6.

My FB page is @brotherwellmusic