Sitting in the therapists den 

It’s her turn the lies burn.

Every side gets a say , oops we’re running short today .

So we had to go , there was never a flow. 

This was a bad show . I feel low low low. Gotta go .

I need a drink , I don’t want to think . keep it coming 

the glasses Klink.

Watching the kids skate around the Hockey Rink..There

was a time when those were mine. 

Liquid courage in fireball ... 

So much love I need to let go.

She’s right there , the next bar chair. It caught me unaware.

Try not to stare , black silky hair.

She turns me on .... so , so , very wrong.

A little smile through smoky air ,  It’s been a minute,

now were there.

A couple highballs as she stared at the white on my finger.

I was amped and couldn’t let the unsaid linger.

I told her my odyssey , she knew I was miles from free.

Even though it was taken slow , Vegas rules that night flowed.