I am doing alright as the night draws to its end.
One more beer before the sun breaks open the night.
I tried to write , what a waste of time, the delete button almost worn out.
Ideas for a painting disappeared as fast as beer down my throat.
I am doing alright as the night draws to its end.
I close my eyes shutting out the breaking dawn , one more beer.
My addiction for a cigarette drives me outside where I know he is waiting.
Lighting my cigarette , looking for him, the first daylight hurts my eyes.
On a rooftop thirty feet away from me he sits and watches ,smiles and waves before he leaves.
My middle finger his parting gift , I hate him as much as he hates me.
I stole your sand and imprisoned my sleep years ago whit acrylic paint on canvas .
I am doing alright as the night draws to its end.