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.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
incessantly looking for answers...more more more....
never getting enough...