One day I’ll be famous, with power and great wealth, I’d be in perfect body of sound mind and good health. Everyone will like me, I’d be of good repute, If a person contradicts me, my butler will refute Them, and put my reputation on a silver pedestal, No-one knows what else I do so…
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Affair
If I was in love, I would take her everywhere with me, Show her around, clothe her dine with her bed her. And she needs drinks, I’d provide, To call this friend an alibi – One to run to, one to hold, As days will pass, in years of old. If I was young, not…
To Drink
A conversation in a bar. On barstools. An alcoholic. She live at the bar. She lives in a bar. She’s homeless. So she lives upstairs. I came in to steady my nerves. Not that I need it all the time like you said you do. You said you need it every day. I only need…
Master, The Bottle
No shit. Face down, false dawn, it’s the shadow praised, we’re it! And the chase. Out the door. Into the day. The doom, the art hell hold of the home of the street. It’s so, get it down, get more. A deep groan, the roam of gate and bar, it’s a deep, deep occupation, no…
Sober Over Anything #1
When Mingus and I, to Rainbow’s End, enjoined on rides apostate gravity till close of day, in queues of open rain— two males playing naturally as friends, I thought I felt that all these things were written. I could comprehend contortion, but don’t think I want to understand and hold that moment known, how it…