a frozen poem

but three beers later I
havent found a tear
and still feel that root

that hatred unnamed,
pent? held?

After three pints I'm the same, only drunk
and the world spins because tolerance is so low

But three beers later I'm scribbling
maybe this story this poem rant letter script song
maybe this will break the ice

But I still feel that
pent? held? -feeling

and cracking another beer
decide to finish the six pack,
and not the story poem rant letter script song

4/3/2012