AS CRAZY AS I EVER WAS
drunk and writing poems
at 3 a.m.
at 3 a.m.
what counts now
is one more
tight pussy
is one more
tight pussy
before the light
tilts out
tilts out
drunk and writing poems
at 3:15 a.m.
some people tell me that I'm
famous.
at 3:15 a.m.
some people tell me that I'm
famous.
what am I doing alone
drunk and writing poems at
3:18 a.m.?
drunk and writing poems at
3:18 a.m.?
I'm as crazy as I ever
was
they don't understand
that I haven't stopped hanging out of 4th floor
windows by my heels-
I still do
right now
sitting here
they don't understand
that I haven't stopped hanging out of 4th floor
windows by my heels-
I still do
right now
sitting here
writing this down
I am hanging by my heels
floors up:
68, 72, 101,
the feeling is the
same:
relentless
unheroic and
necessary
I am hanging by my heels
floors up:
68, 72, 101,
the feeling is the
same:
relentless
unheroic and
necessary
sitting here
drunk and writing poems
at 3:24 a.m.
drunk and writing poems
at 3:24 a.m.
3 comments:
Sitting on the window pane, that glass of whiskey lying neglected by your side, the cigarette ash slowly edging towards her finger's unnoticed. The laptop propped on her stretched thighs. Limp fingers typing away. That drunk girl at 3 a.m.
Dammy, I didn't know you were such a beautiful poet. Love this. :)
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