Alleyways became my inspiration,
and I found my audience in bars!

Ocean views became somber,
and my meds made me think I was
drowning.

Someone said that I would
fall in love with typewriters,

and monochrome photography,

and drinks twice my age!

But someone also told me
that nostalgia would break me,
and that I’d babble about
being the greatest thing

while shoving napkins covered in
faded ink and vomit in my pockets.

And while you were haunting me,
I was doing my day-job.

So I saved up for a shotgun,
and like buckshot through a sonnet,
I finally got you out of my brain.