Oh getting drunk
every bottle of burning ephoria is never enough,
every zip of it lusts for another.
Let it come,
Let it come,
Let the orange cloud come,
temporary resident in the apartment of my head
and let it smother all my problems and my conscience,
let it make me forget
how coward I am.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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