Sunday, July 01, 2007

habit and heartache

I imagine you’re days as poetry
When love and fun is no match for the work week
And beers are drained into me from habit and heartache
I imagine you happy and singing
The droning phony sucks at my sweetness
And beers are drained into me from habit and heartache
I imagine you dancing in sunlight
When time is after me like thin dogs at my heels
The drool on their lips is bitter and cold
I imagine you chastising me softly
When beers are drained into me from habit and heartache

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