Tag Archives: Whiskey

Disrobed

  This morning, I read my coffee, Drank the paper. Dawns are better messy, And nights are better off confused. I want to Keep things that way. People stronger than me Have needed a chiropractor, To readjust their back After … Continue reading

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Paper Dolls

I shot a man last night. It was easier than you’d think, To play God. Though cowardice taints Those pathetic, pulsing veins Revolver pointed at- As a child I had pretty paper dolls That ripped so easily As I tried … Continue reading

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I Will Clean My Room

  I did it- I finally Cleaned my room Well, I read a book, Perched on the Edge of a stool, Listened to old music Every, Lovely, Aching, Tune. Watched home movies, Made some food. Soon, And soon, I was … Continue reading

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I Sip Whiskey, Now

  I sip whiskey, now I still find it acrid, Kerosene down my throat I’ve found I like the burning. You’d recognize me, But it would take a minute or two. As days roll by, A constant state of metamorphosis … Continue reading

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