Poetry Post – My Morning Drink

My Morning Drink Blurry hues and bright lights, like eyes looking back.Will it be jukebox music or live tonight?Passing on supposed fruity drinks – with absolutely no fruity taste.My poison is dark with full flavor thanks. My nightly haunts that haunt me stillWhen the urge to runcomes creeping back. Blurp blurp blurp blurp – fishContinue reading “Poetry Post – My Morning Drink”