I thought about her
Through my daily
I played with the buttons
and drank a fifth
While kicking the globe
Then inhaled stench
forgetting the positives
That positivity could produce
I wallowed in worry
Love and Lust same seduced
Crying out only loud enough
For myself to warn my sober
I choked on half-baked truths
Caught the logic at the party
Dressed in Tie and Loafers
Laughed plainly at the joke
Then bare ***** intently
Knowing it reigned beneath
The gaze that was my ego
Jabs were thrown
Hooks and Hay-makers too
Fighting myself on space;
Space, in my server
So with limited function
And only so much time
And opportunities waiting
You, are The concern of mine
drunk love poetry.. does it really get better?