I woke up this morning Feeling sick. { That just comes with The alcoholics territory. .. No longer can I sit down
By Michael Butorovichabout a month ago in Poets
My lady and I split a week ago. It was mutual. We even kissed goodbye and Hugged each other tightly. { At first it was okay.
Writing. It should always be very personal. { For those with an imagination I salute you. For those with nowhere else to
I have to get out of my head somehow. I’m sitting down in there looking at old Pictures and it isn’t helping. { There’s really no one to kick it with
I have no real confidence. I watch “success” after “success” After “success” and finally feel As if there is hope. Hope to succeed again.
The hangovers are never pleasant but I take Them like they aren’t shit, For they really are not. It’s all the feeling of irritated nerves
The lights of that filthy city Sparks a small bit of happiness Inside me. I can’t explain why. { L.A { Where the seraphim live.
Although our relationship has ended And feelings still resonate within Me I have to let go somehow. { This is nothing new for me.
Trevor Somethings electric sound comes from Out the speakers. I swig a new beer that tastes like Peanut-butter and I enjoy it.
I decided to come up and Visit Chinaski with the few Hours of daylight I have left. { Of course my room is still a Mess and there is alot more
I pound these keys so Fuckin’ hard that the Device moves across The desk and I’ll Have to reposition It back to the center
April 13th, 2017 Upon our last meeting, I hope it Didn’t bother you at the fact That I didn’t say “I love you” Before we took our separate paths