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drinkdrinkdrunk
anabolic alcoholic, summer
had dreams
of watching you soar through
hammock seams and i had
almost found your reluctance
sweet
but then liquor dripped
dropped
and ran rather deep -
mounds of molehills
you drained with coke
and found
merciless
vodka leaked jaws and i
told you the dreams;
the heights summer had
but you
liked disappoint-
-ment etched in your
left cleft joints
so swallowing, wallowing
in catabolic ache
liquid froze at the
nape of your
neck and this white-red-pink wine
you love somehow
stole summer's dreams
and winds and thaw.
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less
Your phone bills are smaller now,
with no long distance calls to make,
and your car insurance reduced to reflect lower mileage
and all those journeys not made, those roads not taken,
those lanes that you know like the back of your hand -
Left, right, straight ahead, right, right -
are no longer driven. You did not see the bluebells wake
and spring burst forth in the countryside,
did not see the snow on the fields, cold horses in their
quilted coats pawing, nibbling, pawing.
Christmas stamps still tucked in your wallet,
unused,
and fountain pens dried up next to watermarked
John Lewis writing paper
with no letters left to wr
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Obsession
It takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the d
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The third verse and final line are my favorite bits.
I love this. I love the way your brain pulls at things and loosens threads... it's marvelous and comes out eloquently, like an unwoven tapestry, and you weave it all back together again in a new way... It's just fabulous to read.
I love this. I love the way your brain pulls at things and loosens threads... it's marvelous and comes out eloquently, like an unwoven tapestry, and you weave it all back together again in a new way... It's just fabulous to read.