DRUNK POET by Jeff Callaway

DRUNK POET

drunk poet
starves raving and mad
he drowns in sorrows and sad
he foams at the mouth
he howls at the moon
he prays to God he will die soon
and without you he will surely die
as drowning drinks and thoughts of you
he does consume and takes into himself
nothing of the blues from this
battered beaten world
but only this beautiful love
that beats within his lonely veins
he’s sworn his undying love for you
dear muse, he submits his body and soul
to pay the debt for his sin to you
as this cancer feeds on some part of him
he hides inconsistencies
with cute words and style
but still he suffers all the while
waking up into dreams clanging in his head
spirits, lovers and friends confined
within his fathomless head
and they show him no difference
between life and death
and that beautiful things can transcend
even from the hearts of these cold crooked men
so be it not sin
or so be it sin
for while he walks the earth
it will be but to live
so hear his words
and hear them well
seize the day in life
or be life hell