R.Benjamin Abate

When the storm roars
& Heads your way
& You have to ride it out
...

Nothing is
Ever as
Good or as

Bad as it
...

Blood orange champagne
Too far gone
You look at your drink
Then back at me
...

She told you that her sister was killed by a drunk driver & you still have
The nerve to drive
Drunk-
...

Waiting for you
To walk by
So they can let go
Of their lifeline
...