Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Static and Newspaper Print Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Saturday 10/24/2009 01:02:00 AM

Butchers with broken wrists. Cut the meat. Into edible portions. Specters with missing teeth. Chew on the remnants. I forget my time and fall into a likely conundrum. Sent back. Knowing what will happen. The knots in each thread too familiar. As I begin the process of untangling them.

Sad without her bullets as the trigger presses against the barrel.

Random shots. Disable the link. Between flesh and surrogate. This last touch proves the bitter science. The future has used us. The past is not our friend. This grossly liberal machine. Bent fingers on the button.

This thief. In our rib cage. Pretending to know us.

The sidewalk under her feet moving too fast.


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