Singing

Give me a piano and
I'll try to
play it
and I'll cry.
Come on, it would make
a good song.

All I wish
from this world is
a drunken stupor
by any means possible.
Some beauty, some angels
to caress

and some
courage to live.

Anything more would crack the
glass and send me back
under the covers,
shivering.

But that'd be a good song too,
I'm sure,

like a
little bird
that hit
the window.