BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

when I drink

the truly dullest moments

happen when the booze

have all gone away.

there is nothing more

depraved then some

poor bastard trying to

write with a clear head.

when my tongue

goes unsullied the

words cannot flow.

I need the sauce,

the tonic, the poison

to get my wheels

turning.

when I am on the

boarder of blacking

out it all comes

to me.

in a big gulp

it comes to me

like an orgasm

of thought.

but that's only

when I drink.