Platitudes of my alcoholic mind.
Follow your heart child, but lest you forget, you have sound mind.
For the comings & goings of thought, the fleeting emotions, the swelling of my heart, I stand strong.
Broken walls, shattered stone lay cast about my feet.
The earthly tremor; sadness leaps & bounds with venemous rancor; pulsing, I watch the rise of self take place.
Hey it's Hamie the crazy montrealer
ReplyDeleteIt's very nice reading you, I hope we could have talked more about poetry but you poured too much alcohol in my drinks! Thank you for last night, Steph and I had a great time. Hope to see you in Montreal one day :)