qualm

qualm

its great how this booze
makes this valium work

its funny how this valium
makes my lips feel on the
end of this cigarette



 There is no sign of moon tonight
 Young couples chasing each-other
 I know what its like to be alone
 And I sip with an unspoken toast



its fantastic that my mind 
can still work this pen
while my brains swimming
in oceans with the ghosts
of how i find myself here