So he dropped a Benjamin at the bar last night
like he can afford it in these trying times
at least in somebody else’s eye, he’s a regular all star.

At home later, surrounded by a vast assortment of CD’s, DVD’s and DVR’s,
he remains bored out of his mind,
those sort of things don’t make for good company.

He glances out the window,
and looks upward toward the stars,
they shine brighter than the glow of the warm tube

The morning finds him returning to the same old routine,
and he wonders if this is what remorse tastes like.
At some point he realizes there’s going to be some explaining to do

Most of these words appeared on the back of some envelopes,
hastily scribbled while sitting at the dining room table and alone with his thoughts.
He hopes someone will decipher them because he sure can’t.