where the money goes

it tops the glass
up
and helps to forget the
day-
more so
on weds nights;
(the mid week
needs as much
strength as
can be
mustered)

on weds
cats scratch at
your eye lids
and piss in your mouth,
and your boss
fucks
your girlfriend,
your mother,
you,
while better days
flash like race cars
through the mind
and you find bullets
or hose
or rope
or pills
and think

where
did
this life go?

same place
as
the
money.