Dry Drunk Poem by Mr. Bumstead
Dry Drunk
Rating: ★5.0
Love is like a proverb that originated
Somewhere on north Buchanan street.
I sit and get high
On the old man’s smoldering cigarette,
And the sweet smell of stale beer.
I take off my glasses
And focus my blood red eyes.
Taking a deep breath of my sickness
And wondering…
Where love comes from.
And why I fell in love with you.
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