The bottle rests at my side
as the television stares back
silent.
Alone again,
I fiddle with the player
looking for the right playlist.

I need hope
to be added to my life
where there is none to be found.
With a sad smile, I find what I’m looking for
and press the appropriate button.
Christmas songs in January will hopefully do the trick.

They play softly from the player
as I sip straight from the bottle
watching Lamont bicker with Fred.
This is the cure for what ails me, I’m sure.
Christmas tunes in January,
will get me back on track
eventually.

Until then,
more Fireball.