The last cigarettes are smoked
Sleep deprived
Hungover and dangerous
But in spite of everything
I am creating art
To be read, probably ignored
but I’m writing it
at 6:34 in the morning
I am creating art
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The last cigarettes are smoked
Sleep deprived
Hungover and dangerous
But in spite of everything
I am creating art
To be read, probably ignored
but I’m writing it
at 6:34 in the morning
I am creating art
ooh, you made me stop and think, at some point I wondered if a stiff drink wouldn’t loosen my tongue.
Love this one.