If your head
Could think it
Your hand
Could surely
Write it.

I think mostly
When there
Is no ink
No pen
Or when my

Life could spike your drink
Love could stab your heart
Feelings could blame your tears
Money could pay for less
Attraction could buy your sight

Tomorrow is a pretense 
Which you have to consciously Bel

I read a lot of Bukwoski
Drunk
And spitting words on
Paper,
And a little of Oliver

Pretend to sleep tight and secretl
bare interest so if light will dec
aware and if the night will yawn w
are famously put to rest.

When in battle
We know men
But not fully,
We know men that
Folds up their sleeve

For life will fairly drench and
We will with no option but famousl

I have love life
The same eversince:
I have love the hard
Spent days when money
shows no favour,

I Heard that New York is a great
To be a writer and London is a
Nice place to be a poet, France i
Common place to be an author
All other places are irrelevant!