A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost
27 December 2011
ZZZzzz...
Drunk in a friend's room.
He sleeps.
I listen to his music.
Disgusting.
I'm starting to feel something.
Ecstasy running through my veins.
This is the longest day in the year.
Let's enjoy it.
Let's make every minute count.
No comments:
Post a Comment