Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Seasoning the Skin Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Wednesday 7/04/2007 12:16:00 AM

Evil drives a red cadillac.

Love a beat up old mustang.

It's the passengers you have to watch out for. Eager eyes through foiled glass. Their stare aspirin and vodka. In punch bowls made of words. Their breath prozac and anphetamines. In stomachs lined with addiction.

Love smiles big onion skin teeth. Garlic lips. A pungent confidence that is lost on the starved.

Evil divines a salad from her pantyhose. A sweet dressing from her sniffles. Her touch is the appetizer. Her thighs the main course.

Evil marinates with vinegar. Love seasons with salt. Meat is cooked. Blood is dripped. No one is fed.

Everything is eaten.

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