not drunk enough to write

sip sip shot shot

every corner hides a memory

a laugh, a regret

 

line ‘em up, keep ‘em coming

i have a lot to remember this evening

 

all the drunks are teasing me

this sober hobo writing in this crowded man-bar

 

not sure what kind of mission you are on

she says as she seductively suggests

straight slams of dark amber agave

 

can’t seem to get this heart off my sleeve

as my intention is to go forward, every moment

with inexhaustible passion

until I run myself clear away from existence…

the only way I know how to live

 

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)