"usted es un borracho!"
"si."
the medicine cabinet creaks
to a close.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
lit shadows deluge through
open doors open windows
nothing left hidden,
curved lines on his sluggish brown;
corse grey all over his sluggish brown
how did you fall in the routine?
how did you grieve?
homesick to the home you now cry in
eyes droopy and slurring yells
to make it dry inside
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
crossroads of hollow love
bear through another man.
cement and tiles cold
bare skin sprawling in on all fours,
more sips to cure.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
splashes of many bottles
he doesn't mind,
he's done it before as if countless times,
but with others now forgotten.
dark crescent in the sky
marks where he toasted to himself
darkness seizes another sadness
to how he compromised.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
"usted es un borracho!"
"si."
the medicine cabinet creaks
to a close.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
lit shadows deluge through
open doors open windows
nothing left hidden,
curved lines on his sluggish brown;
corse grey all over his sluggish brown
how did you fall in the routine?
how did you grieve?
homesick to the home you now cry in
eyes droopy and slurring yells
to make it dry inside
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
crossroads of hollow love
bear through another man.
cement and tiles cold
bare skin sprawling in on all fours,
more sips to cure.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
splashes of many bottles
he doesn't mind,
he's done it before as if countless times,
but with others now forgotten.
dark crescent in the sky
marks where he toasted to himself
darkness seizes another sadness
to how he compromised.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
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