Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous

What? You’d Dare Drink Right After Getting Out Of Jail For Intoxication?” That’s When You Need A Drink The Most.

Now Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry.

I Sit On The Couch Watching Her Arrange Her Long Red Hair Before My Bedroom Mirror. She Pulls Her Hair Up And Piles It On Top Of Her Head- She Lets Her Eyes Look At My Eyes- Then She Drops Her Hair And Lets It Fall Down In Front Of Her Face. We Go To Bed And I Hold Her Speechlessly From The Back My Arm Around Her Neck I Touch Her Wrists And Hands Feel Up To Her Elbows No Further.

The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That Is Sometimes Difficult.

I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And Sick. He Was Murdering Me With The Sound Of His Voice.