Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Four Wheels Maybe Less Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Sunday 4/12/2009 11:49:00 PM

Dollar signs and bitten toenails. Scuff the floor with passive resolve. Dirty scribbles. Dig into the city. Places below. Tempt. Walk with me. Into deeper hells. Undo the knot on that dead flower.

Cut the stem in half. Pretty isn't enough. Pluck the petals. Fortunes told in hysterics. Hunting for the roots. With filthy fingers. It grew because I let it. And it is mine to kill.

Portion the flesh. The hunger stretches so far. Vagrant emblems. In a divided world. Feed them. For a while. Then let them starve. Saviors always begin as villains. And always end as myths.

The apples is easily bitten. The taste much harder to forget. I've been here before. I'll be here again. This hopeless repetition is the only thing that makes sense.

Ever since the future refuses to happen the same way twice.


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