it's archive week. i'm taking the week off from dragging my hungover ass out of bed at 5 a.m. in order to entertain all of you....so no new poesy this week...at least none will be posted. so we go to the vast, if somewhat unspectacular, archives.
windrunk sidewalk
reading old poems
is no joy
sitting here at the work desk
hungover again
my shirt stained with
last night’s wine
the scent of stale grape
burning my nose hairs
to oblivion
and the remnants of it all
soon to be
on one winedrunk sidewalk
or the next
when i go out for another
bottle.
02.23.08
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