To a friend

* I am re-posting this old post due to change of email account. *

Why do you drink, my dear, why do you drink?

Can we find at the bottom what we couldn't find on the brink?

It ain't my business to care -

I'm not authorized, Only

when you mix with all that bister

you seem a shade more lonely..

But am I any more suited

to wonder if it's wrong,

When I sink all my stuff

in pints of ink and song?

The ink is black

The ink is blue

The ink is red -

When it is shed,

something comes alive as someone goes dead

The song is red

The song is black

The song is blue -

When it is true I am spent through and through