town drunk

Artist beer drinking

It feels good
not being an artist
no language to impress
philosophical thoughts on cheese
a bit guilty of the next beer
depleting bank account

it feels good
to walk on snow
so crisp and pure
drinking the next beer
getting drunk
and all the rest

it feels good
to see the snow
fall
my cold breath
dunking beers
and all the rest

if feels good
to have left Berlin
now just a town drunk
not even a
punk

 

 

 

poems

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