Monday, March 11, 2013

poem of the day 03.11.13

winedrunk argument

i disregard calamity

sit here anyway in disgrace
of my younger peaceful self

an icepack

a bloody dishcloth
sown to the dirty dictionary
of my mouth

offended you
offended me
offended us

shake the wine bottle
hoping for a little more salvation

but find it gone
like my dignity

and the good hours
that were left

in this


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