Another Last Night
Camel non-filters
and 92 proof rum
some one's screaming in the bedroom
sex or injury
I can't tell
bass is shaking the floor mats
vomit clings to the sink
belly shirts are lifting in the kitchen
drunk or easy
I can't tell
the kids are bleeding on the patio
the glitter queens are stuck in the mirror
pulling tasting wasted grace
dream or nightmare
I can't tell
frost on windows snaps the light inside
bouncing off the moment
blinding everyone from everything
death or glory
I can't tell
4 comments:
Really really love this one.
sad and beautiful... almost forgot how good you are with words.
"product of loss" is the poem I'm referring to. Not sure i posted in the right spot. (I am just a snow sheep) ;)
gunther the snow sheep hasn't forgotten me. and I appreciate that*^
complements keep starving artists from fully starving
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