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Thursday, April 21, 2016

LUXURY PILLOW

it scribbles out
stiffly
     -incorrectly-
difficult

like a fist fight
but
from the sidelines

not always easy to admit

and so it bleeds
     it jumps from your fingers

September 9th, 2010

i walked all morning
just skipping stones
little stepping stones
littering the flood plain
empty of now
full of yesterday

     ...the bottle of whiskey...

it didn't take long to reimburse myself
to submerge
floating in the bends
     the crook of her arm
     a sudden urge to run
     no longer with the legs to do it

why do they haunt me?

apathy
atrophied in the sympathy
of devils

their angelic ancestry

out of breath
at the edge of every drink

the winds shift
shuffle the cards
it makes me restless
and so i rarely sleep
without an empty bottle.