Poems from Chris Irwin
Work rhymes with jerk.
Work also rhymes with berserk.
It is the strangest coincidence that a mind going berserk and acting like a jerk
are...
Drink, drank, drunk...
Kerplunk.
A woman across the bar has been eye fucking you for a while now
but you were too far gone to notice and...
A group of fools spinning round in a toilet bowl.
Lost with them all in a black hole.
No worry and no hurry,
we're headed into the abyss...
My entire life, being in the ocean has been habitually done.
You'll find me visiting there during the rise and fall of the sun.
If this was...
The Weekend hits.
Responsibilities are forgotten and people give less shits.
Friday to the break of sun on the last day,
we know nothing...