Drunk, a poem written by Rando Mithlo at Spillwords.com



written by: Rando Mithlo



Gathering after hours
mirrors an altered them
All are the same eyes that beg for good lies
Not much of it matters then

Not even she’ll recall
I’m prone to change stance for her time at all
From mouths to clouds, so vulnerable

Will I starve in wait ’til her words not defend
To burn a bridge between safe and upend

Her shudder stalked, her arms unlock

Graceful to awkward, this wall is thin
A modest veneer is shed with every sip

Some perception held lost, she’s like anyone
But, I’m nothing if not fair, superficial, or drunk

Her smile washed peer
And tongue slips led on
Strange is this reality
Then tomorrow it’s gone


Admiring from afar

Rando Mithlo

Rando Mithlo

-Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana- the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspensestories.
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