BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

drunk and confused

I come to you

now in the fit

of a binge.

the wine has overtake

me and I feel adrift

upon seas of uncertainty.

my eyes spin with

confusion as my

temples burn with fear.

I am neither here

nor there and my

connection to this

world lingers on

a thread.

I'm not even sure

of how I am typing

this now.

in an effort to rush

the words I am sure

I'm forgetting the

periods.

ah, well.

at least when I can

finally tell what the

hell I'm up to, my dick

won't be so damn limp.