3 A.M. Poem by Joseph Thomas

3 A.M.



I've seen the sun rise
Through drunken eyes
A weary mind
And tortured liver

Keeping my eyes on the horizon
There's little hope left in the world
But there's enough alcohol
to compensate for the presence of that knowledge

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Joseph Thomas

Joseph Thomas

South Texas
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