I need a drink….

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inMichiem, of the House of Woo, Personal Journal, Personal Mysticism, PoetryTags:, , , ,

….but the wells are turquoise green.
All the liquor is gone.

Fallen buildings and crater,
exposed sewage and
animal sounds,
I can’t sleep here.

Conversing crows look
down upon me.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.