Alcoholic Poet's Sad Poems
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Playwrights.
on Oct 26, 2009 in philosophy addiction manic Sound of man gagging on his own vomit. Empty beer bottles litter the floor where he lays. Pillows on the floor. Dirty mattress. The sheets falling off. A deck of cards not far from his left hand. Aces. Jacks. Twos. All showing. Cigarettes butts dug i...
Pixies on her Fingertips
on Oct 26, 2009 in alcohol addiction acceptance alone Maybe it comes like this. In folds too small. Helpless fingers uselessly undoing and closing. Empty openings in the skin. Maybe it does. Is. This obvious. That even I can see. How easy it would be. To let go. Maybe we are. This weak. This strong. But...
Nothing. Everything.
on Oct 25, 2009 in lovers loneliness manic Undone. Things like hysteria. Willing enough. To climb on top of the clouds. Weighing them down with am invisible ransom. Talking to her dreams. In groggy stumbles. The stairs. Too close to their heels. And so much empty space behhind them. The atoms...
Static and Newspaper Print
on Oct 24, 2009 in quantum hyperbole alternate universes Butchers with broken wrists. Cut the meat. Into edible portions. Specters with missing teeth. Chew on the remnants. I forget my time and fall into a likely conundrum. Sent back. Knowing what will happen. The knots in each thread too familiar. As I be...
Missing Decimals
on Oct 22, 2009 in loneliness frailties manic The train is coming. Her thoughts prepare. In a calm surrender she reserves for dead ends. One way. Warn the road signs. Turn left say her hands. I was only an infant when the world ended. Was just a child when it sprang anew. The end is everything t...
Making Her Bed
on Oct 21, 2009 in addiction manic alone The tempo asks her. How fast she'd like to go. The long legs of dirty jeans ascending toward the summit of her crotch. Want governs choices in an absolute Nazi regime. Touch negotiating tenderly any form of freedom for the survivors that remain.The w...