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excerpt.
but i’ve known you before
you’ll shake your head and close the door
emotions ripped away
i’ll drink less
you’ll drink more
and we’ll part with little left
to say.
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still
it is only in the wee hours of the morning
that is actually spent
thinking,
seeing something not directly before you
putting little words and phrases together
like a blank puzzle;
it is only when it is dark
that i remember
what you really look like.
it is in the candlelight
where i am the most blinded
by my other senses,
left only by flickers of skin.
and moreso, it is when
the wine passes over my lips
in sweet betrayal of innocence
and i am stained
that i taste you.
there is cohesion unspoken of
that lingers across empty beds
and silent telephone calls.
i feel you, i hear you
even still.
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excerpt.
between the brain and the bottle,
there is brilliance
he will never harvest.
because it is only him,
because the full wallet
and empty bed suit him,
because he has
escaped.
- me.
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drunk dial
when night slithers in
like a wanton mistake
and you feel the vibrations
through your body
small and quiet
like an airplane
you struggle to build words
and phrases
wine seeps from your lips
like blood
from an archetype argument
holding back all you know
to construct a taller castle
with mightier walls
while tears wash over you
in baptism
pride battles envy
brain against heart
a holocaust collision
there will be no
survivors
kingdoms will fall
but there is little one can do
when a man’s voice in your ear
pleads.
