I’m not sure how my drunkalogue ends. I’m not sure if it will ever end. The only thing I’m sure of is it makes absolutely no sense. And it starts out like this…
Word Vomit (Poem)
May 4, 2021 by 1 Comment
It starts as a throb in the back of my head Then pulsates its way to my temples As I clinch my jaws My eye starts to twitch I keep wagging my knees I can no longer sit Pace back and forthBiting my nails
