And this will be my last day
Breathing
My last day
Walking
My last day of temporary melancholy
Happy-sad
Revulsion
And complaint.

This will be my first day
Bleeding
My first day
Screaming
My first day of angular infamy
Pretty-sick
Tragedy
And denial

I am ready for another drink
And this is not my first to last
This is the day
Of nothing-really-happens
And disconnection
Making me blind
To may many faults
And follies

Whatever day this is
It can't be better than yesterday
And it cannot be more awful
Than tomorrow