every night he drinks and every morning he wishes he hadn’t
Posted by D. James on 24 October 2007
Loosing his edge
like a thread
that unravels
your sleeve
Drunk but maintaining
his balance by
closing one eye
He makes it through
another night of lies
Hums a tune
he can’t remember
the words to
but he loves it
just the same
(D. James)
4 January 2008 at 4:16 am
with ya