Those Two Months!!!

These verses long back from sophomore-junior year transition when I had a major “Intern-slip”.

Its just two and a half that did the job,
standing, still, stark naked,
shivering shower with twinkling firebugs,
define my state of bleak.

Its just two and a half that did the job,
sitting, stiller, half peeled me,
with mushy eggs, crunchy chips and flat fret boards,
sound my bleak state to reality.

Its just two and a half that did the job,
the next day came after a week
with some smokes that made me weak
but still couldn’t light for my own.

Its just two and a half that did the job
A Diarum Black after a liter of water as luncheon,
endless was “The Rain Song”,
It was a call from my mom,
I tapped the ashes to find my lit Black gone,
Solitude, alone.

Its just two and a half that did the job,
Its just those two months and that’s all.