Eternal Glamnation

This is where I am.
Heaven or hell?
Now others have joined me,
and I am no longer drinking alone.
But there is no bacon
which they promised me.

Picture Window

Stuck between the sticky and the post
Hours drag my heart behind
And I'm losing this race
While my face shines,
My words trap the passerby.
Fatebook whispers its soliloquies as
Names change and cells shift,
Commitment changes hands,
And I sit,
Still,
In front of this picture window,
This moving picture show.