Tuesday 11/07/2006 11:47:00 PM

The last things I said to you, I don't really remember what they were. But now I don't know where you are. Where the candy house was bitten. Where the popcorn becomes a trail.

The last time I had an epiphany I was drunk. Stumbling to explain the colors hopelessness impales. Find some congruity I thought they had with what I was. Tripping on the edge of the rug as it anticipated our sweep.

Challenging the sheets to rediscover the pleasures I'd misplaced. In thumbnails bitten to close to the skin. It scratches. Like winter's wind on dead leaves.

Happiness has as many vices as sorrow.

You tell me I can and I will. Go to that extent. Plant the ace in my enemy's pocket.

To lose the this war. To save the cause of it.

Eyeing the mountain. Counting the rungs on the ladder that got me this high.

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