Don'T Ever Change Poem by Alan Goodenough

Spanish girls adorn the bar.
Smoke lines the air,
hanging with hidden intent.
Street lights stream through the windows
and the sound of jazz floats from across the room.
Another cigarette,
another shot of scotch,
the pain lessons as the bar tab mounts.
Thoughts become dulled,
colours saturate as pupils dilate.

I'm in love.
a love that aches with frustration,
aches with an acid tongue,
aches like a migrane.
words fail as another shot hits the gag reflex...
Burning deep,
burning with contempt.
A love based on the romanticism of violence,
tortures my every footstep,
tortures my every dream,
tortures my every thought.

Please don't ever change.