the beer is all gone
and the cigs
are dwindling out to no-
thing
and
slowly
or may-
be not
so slowly
it comes
the certainty
of my poverty
the desperation
the madness
and i curse
the tiny
blue stars
for never
looking away
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
the beer is all gone
and the cigs
are dwindling out to no-
thing
and
slowly
or may-
be not
so slowly
it comes
the certainty
of my poverty
the desperation
the madness
and i curse
the tiny
blue stars
for never
looking away
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