Poems from the vodka laced fringe.

Angels fell from heaven to
greet me in the dawn
The warmth of sun and gold
Your smile.

I am drinking vodka and everything looks green.
My room appears most functional and almost notquite clean.
Radio reception is lousy
THE EGGS ARE BOILING;.
tHE eggs are bOILING!!!!
My friend got engaged.
The eggs are NOT boiling
Only the water boils - it is zen.
Yay me I rock.