“a wet keyboard and a telephone call"

In the morning
My keyboard sits
In a pool of liquid
Next to a couple
Of empty beer bottles
And a dvd about janis Joplin.

I pull it out
And drain it onto
A towel
That i have
layed on the floor.

It wont work anymore
And i leave a
Message on my blog
That the site is closed
Till i can get a new one.

Im a tosser like that.

I ring my woman
And tell her
i must have spilt some beer
before i passed out
and now the computer
is all fucked up.

She asks me
If it smells like piss
Because the other night
I took a leek
In the wardrobe.

I laugh it off a bit.
Think it over

Shit
It sure as hell
Don’t sell like beer.

but

I think the best poems
Usually write them selves.