Sunday Evening Poetry.
I should have realised the tricky side-effects of too much booze a long time ago. I never will, which is why, today, I like this poem. Written by the godfather of beat poetry, Allen Ginsberg, the definition of bohemian.
Let's toast anyway, to never, ever learning and not giving a damn about anything much besides beauty, fulfillment and wonderful, wonderful company.
Maturity by Allen Ginsberg
Young I drank beer & vomited green bile
Older drank wine vomited blood red
Now I vomit air
(Hit the photos for the links, it's Monday tomorrow, and we all have to sensible again. Not too much, I hope ♥)