I could use a pack of fucking cigarettes, right now
I could use a woman too, but I guess I don't know how
I could use two-fifths of bourbon
or an ounce of cocaine.
I could use things I have never tried
- a dram of heroin, a dose
of acid, or a bullet or
whatever means - are necessary,
to shut off my brain.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.