After killing
brain cells, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!
For love and for hate
I swig a mojito and offer it
to a mate.
A mountain of stairs
sweet release at the sumit.
A lightning flash:
between the forest in my mind
I have seen paracetamol.
Monday 18 June 2007
poem on drinking and hangovers
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