Tyler R. Martin
I’m happiest when naked in my apartment,
And there’s music and Poetry and I had enough money the day before to load up on Pepsi, whiskey
And eggs.
I prefer to do nothing on days I’m particularly disinterested
Don’t even leave my bed but to smoke or piss.
And if I was savy enough to stock supplies the day before, then the door never opens, light never flips on.
On most days I refuse to leave my bed before 11am
But on those particular dreary days the hours tick by
And I remain a corpse, snoozing on my pillow,
Mind aglow with nonsense.
bourbon, cigarettes and syllables 