Tuesday 8/08/2006 01:32:00 AM

judiciously we balked
at the freud in
the angle of our words.

easily dismissing
the jung.
feeble as i can
try to be.

delicate

in my ire.

soft in my

rage.


every finger has
its mark upon the bottle
a bead of sweat to justify

when tomorrow wants to know
what we've done to ourselves

these are our choices.

better. worse.

or only the same.

2 comments:
ozymandiaz said...

Incredible work.

alcoholic poet said...

oz, you are the kind of reader every writer should have. be they good, bad or inbetween.

always a pleasure to know you're still there. reading. writing. and whatever else it is you do.

may you always do it this kindly and with as much grace.



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