Empty bottles
a sodden reminder
of how my thoughts
drain as quickly
as these ten beers
Smoke lines the wall
like preying snakes
and the pungency
attacks the nose
and every intake
laden my lungs
The ashtray fills
the packet lightens
coke stains the glass
with residues of ***
and my digestive track
looks much the same.
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
Empty bottles
a sodden reminder
of how my thoughts
drain as quickly
as these ten beers
Smoke lines the wall
like preying snakes
and the pungency
attacks the nose
and every intake
laden my lungs
The ashtray fills
the packet lightens
coke stains the glass
with residues of ***
and my digestive track
looks much the same.
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