The chatter runs rampant.

Pint glasses masked with foam.

A bar full of people,

in a hotel far from home.

I've slung a few,

and poured a dozen.

An underestimated method of madness.

I wonder how long it'll take until I no longer have to fight my inner voices in order to pay the bills.

A smoke break full of words,

the simplest of my thrills.

Beneath a ‪tree‬, I stare into her ‪eyes‬ until she ‪leaves‬.

Ruler of the ‪tide‬,

blessing ‪motion‬ to the ‪sea‬.

"Mistress Moon, this is me,

‪howling‬ tunes-

‪writing‬ words until I ‪bleed‬."