drunken poems on the flight home (written on napkins)
I.
He’s a lucky man.
All i know is
you were not meant
to love me.
Your love is not for me.
I’ll never know it.
II. (Orlando Swamp Blues)
Got no one
to come home to
got no one waiting
for me, got no one
giving a fuck about me
except me
and it sets me
free.
