so it goes like this: I get home from a night of drinking
even if that only means two drinks and it's 2am, something about being innebriated and alone immediately makes me want a long hot shower
and then, somehow, in the shower it happens
verse
all my normally prose laden thoughts become horrendous angst wrought poems
and in my altered state I decide I'm brilliant
just brilliant!
so I get out of the shower, and somewhere between moisturizing and putting on my pajamas I toss out a poem
a public drunken poem
I am the naked drunken poet
behold my shame
3 comments:
thanks mr ham!
naked drunken poetry. so hot. you know who this is :) not that you would go out with me even if i didnt have a girlfriend already but. i can still dream.
eh! flattery!
(keep it comin' darlin)
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