I write like an alcoholic
drinking the last drop of ink
from my pen
I asked a stranger
to lend me
some cash
for a pen
a stack of paper
to start writing again
I walk like Im drunk on words
drinking two thirds
of my shot for one second
do you reckon?
I'll be able to pay for this?
or will it cost me my life instead?
I can't stop drinking
honestly, I can't stop thinking
these words
I consider my thoughts
when I'm sober
filling up the blanks
of a memory
I try to subdue
I'll give thanks to the
bartender
whose drinks makes me
want more
hopefully I can render
some explanation
for my jumbled up words
written on a napkin
it so happens that
I found something to rhyme
to finish this line

I write like an alcoholic
maybe tomorrow's painful hangover
may be the reason not to write again