wednesday, hash damn wednesday, stuck into the middle of the week but wednesday comes with clouds of flight for me, as i take off in my winged chariot of substances and fly to the pub, lovely irish pub and play billiards with brazilians and then, hot damn, what with the portugeuse pool shark and the irish bartenders and the brazilian rhumba shakers we got ourselves a bloody unied nations of booze! and we sing and dance the pretense of misery so entombed by the work week or is it work weak? - misery washes away with sweet guiness and haughty hash and we laugh like insanity itself and nobody cares who you are where you from what you do, just be and be and drink 1-2-3 and go. 4am come quick but there's always next wednesday. god bless.
Reason for writing:
just trying to jumpstart...used to write 2-3 poems daily, haven't really written in months
Birth sign: Cancer
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