Drunk In The Afternoon

The Call

At the end of our
Calls
I’m so dependent
The exchange of
I love you,
You were too
Then you
Stopped
Loving.

Self #2

Every once in a while
There is a young mind
Thriving of horror
And inebration
Mutilated by the
Folly of his
Surrounding.

Her #6

I needed
You to say
You Loved
Me
Because
You meant
It.

Work

30
Minutes untill I have
To go back to
Hell.
Why do they trick
You into thinking
Work is freedom

Untouchable

I feel like a
Man with aids
In the 80’s
Untouchable
Unlovable
Unforgivable
For a sin
That he
Did not
Commit

I just need to
Be
Loved.

Truth

To thy
Self
Be true
I phrase
I haven’t
Followed
Since I met
You.

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2 thoughts on “Drunk In The Afternoon”

  1. I tried to comment. But it asked for a search. So, my comment is here in the reply. Is it working? Is the poetry better because of the alcohol? What have been your findings? It is the drunk poetry experiment.

    On Sat, Jul 5, 2014 at 7:08 PM, Drunk Poetry Experiment wrote:

    > drunkpoetryexperiment posted: “The Call At the end of our Calls I’m so > dependent The exchange of I love you, You were too Then you Stopped Loving. > Self #2 Every once in a while There is a young mind Thriving of horror And > inebration Mutilated by the Folly of his Surrou” >

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