"Edmonson Ave" Poem by Jeremy May

It's five o'clock and I am out of think... I'm drunk on thoughts.
I hear screams from down the hall.. she is just a woman.. and I've seen this before. She thinks truth is going to take the ransom from her hand and give her love in return. Beating after beating, she thinks how tough is he going to be tonight? Drink from this cup to never wake up again. Whiskey switch-footed fool who's world passes him by. Deathly lovely calm on the floor. she loved the one behind the broken glass.