i wasn’t planning on drinking a six pack tonight
but this poem wasn’t about to write itself
you know, the one about lowering inhibitions
and finding myself at the bottom of a bottle
the one where I write a few lines
find some lightning
and blow my own mind
then wake up with a headache
and the need to piss my very soul out
then try to return to the angel wings of sleep
and beep beep beep — start all over again
you know, the one about being a punctual peter
“and the need to piss my very soul out” – great line!
“find some lightning
and blow my own mind”
Brilliant line and rather an apropos poem considering my post from today 🙂
Thanks. Ha, I wrote this one well beyond my 2-3 mark.
Haha, well clearly still in the good zone.
Excellent poem.
Great poem. I so can relate 🙂