Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: An Epiphany of Skin Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Sunday 5/17/2015 11:11:00 PM

the infinite chase. it blossoms and sours so abruptly. the foul in the air as the future folds. all paper and wrinkles. as empty as it began. the world. a cacophony of strangers. as the bridge collapses.

a smile of clouds. and a grin of rain.

moments. arid and indifferent. the soul is a desert. the flesh is an ocean. we are always lost. even when we know where we are going.

even in the brightest burst of summer. there is always the scratch of winter. scraping bone. 

every moment. a lazy time machine. content to leave us stranded. quiet children in dirty clothes and spoiled epiphanies.

flesh like crude arithmetic against the intricate algorithms of the skeleton.

guided softly by the council of distance.

she measures her choices. each one narrower than the one before. she names her ghosts.  convinced of the math in their stones. heavier still as each day passes.

Gravity doesn't know. Cannot understand. The sensation of falling.

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