Untitled #3 Poem by Andrew Tiangco

Waking you up to close the bar as the nightmares are becoming real
Dreadful sorry for the mammoth train of frustrations
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling.
Dreams are becoming livid and we are so jaded
Here, have another glass of whiskey my dear
Aged between the war of the roses and the dawn of cosmos
What would you do so differently?
I cannot breathe and I'm living giggling with incense
Make sure to drink that one up as the crow is looking at us across the bar
How you want it? Do you really want it so badly?
Alphabet of despair is just lying on the floor
Waiting for the man to pick him up
People, quarrelling and shoving and calling each other insane
I'm haunted by an eerily creepy happy song
I'll just stay inside my room and hoping a chance will drop by