I spike my Koolaid,
with *****
and pour in
too many blue packets
until it is black and icy
and whales of clotted powder
bob at the surface.
I am trying to close this gap;
trying to bridge this form,
and break your reflection
hovering at my hips.
But
in weeks
or just a few days
I have lost you.
The carcasses float to the bottom.
I get drunk
and fall asleep
to a singing blue tv
calling me to the deeps.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
I spike my Koolaid,
with *****
and pour in
too many blue packets
until it is black and icy
and whales of clotted powder
bob at the surface.
I am trying to close this gap;
trying to bridge this form,
and break your reflection
hovering at my hips.
But
in weeks
or just a few days
I have lost you.
The carcasses float to the bottom.
I get drunk
and fall asleep
to a singing blue tv
calling me to the deeps.
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