Even in my booze-fueled state, I’ve made a sobering realization that most of the poetry I wrote in the 90’s is absolute shit. We’re talking creepy, sketchy, pedestrian. Wow. Damn. I mean even if it were to be put into context, what the fuck was I thinking? I mean I was in my 20’s, and …
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Burning Sober
my mood and my sight are like day and night drunken stars in safe skies culled by morning sunrise like a light in the mirror my true nature is clearer and the song of my heart becomes the shameful way to start my day