beer sonnets
and mis managed
bonnets

make sure
to ensure
my un-balanced

sobriety

my friends
they
say the same,
the same
old tune -

whats better than being drunk?

being dead drunk

morning for I
us; we

is a simple fact
of endurance.

ten hard-boiled eggs
and a boxing match
with an existentialist gaze

if one and one make oneself,
one can see
that the multitudes that we are
only together

is undeniable

as a boiler maker

at dawn