drunk on wine
drunk
on wine
and
going to buy more wine
because
the second bottle broke against
the
door frame
and
sent a cascading stream
of
blood red jesus juice
onto
the white kitchen floor
under
the refrigerator too
i
watch the people along third avenue
gussied
up for a saturday night
as
if they were grotesque clowns
in
this sick carnival of my failure
sneezing
my calamity
strangled
on their cheap perfume and cologne
cascading
in the hopeless hope
of
their carnal civility
i
suddenly wish that i didn’t need another
bottle
of red wine
i
wish that i had been more careful
and
thorough in my plans
a
better, more purposeful me
and
that i never had to come out
amongst
these glamorous
stinking
swine
in
the first place.
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