its 315 am

i have the need
to write a poem

i've had a drink or
two

maybe more
i'm not

sure

i read some poetry
just now

whilst smoking
a pipe

& something was turned
on--

words

a pipe
clenched in

my teeth
a glass of

wine

mozart on the
hifi

a cat
nestled

by

snowin

soft silent
sifting of flakes
fell upon my shoulders
as the crunch under my
feet echoed off the house
next door

i am curled up
right now
with a bottle of
jameson a shot
glass & a cat