SCREWED!

Damn coffee is thick as concrete

Wish I had grabbed my canteen off of the shelf

A little extra kick it holds would help break this fog I am in.

Writing from the edge of the dock seemed poetic at the time

I could write about the moonbeams disturbing the hush of the water’s edge.

Oh hell there is a skunk looking at me from behind the fir tree.

I AM SCREWED!!