Monday 12/06/2021 11:10:00 PM

my time machine was idling as i stepped into the moment. my monsters were napping as i tucked their claws under my skin. 

growing strong on the venom. 

i worked the tunnel. certain it was deep enough. i sold the tickets. eager for the show to go on. 

there was blood. there was confusion. there were tourniquets and amputations. 

i warned him that the math would win. 

i jumped. but the fall was not steep enough. 

the body knows what love is. the illusions of chemistry that destroy us. the mind sees who we are. strangers. impaled on the corners of our grief.  

i stole him from his sadness. but he was never really mine. 

i gave him all my pennies. he wasted every wish.

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