fiction and poetry


Drenched in half whisky
and a couple of bottle of beers
I could only vomit truth
but not the tears

seeing barely anything
but hearing a lot,
I set my path to write
a masterpiece at last.

this isn’t a dream
this does not end like that
keep guessing when this could be true
or when it’s a just a hearty laugh.


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