ma_coeur_noir
Dec 15, 2009 13:34
The day of the lonely drunk
is here. No weather reports,
no fox, no birds, no sweet chipmunks,
no sofa game, no summer resorts.
No whatever it was we had,
no sky, no month- just booze.
The half moon is acid, bitter, sad
as I sing the Blended Whiskey Blues.