Labyrinths #1

I’m stumbling past the silos and lone
smokestacks of a city

where pretty girls are a scarcity
they taught me the truth,
this is what you get from wanting something;
a hangover, downturn, an unanswered call and a broken heart

I don’t mind these things
you gave me and I still carry
on in my trunk, my naked possessions,
my own drunken judgment
and my inability to remember the faces