the drink and the man

It’s not the drink

that kills the man

it’s the man

that kills the man

like an unbiased observer

the drink is just company

waiting for the man

to either come to his senses

or drink a little more.

 

 

Another On Loneliness

Don’t let
loneliness
scare you.
Eat it.
Drink it.
Consume it.
Take
it’s hand
and walk awhile.
Listen,
can you hear that?

Morning musings.

In the morning
before the sun
when the birds speak
and the city wakes,
after a good night
of drink,
the cure all — water
by my bedside,
I listen
to the sweet symphony
in my guts.