Monday, April 30, 2007

drinking what used to said

orange bacardi and coffee. look me in the eye.
i'm drowning. how did you pour from the sky
over my head drenched and stoned
with words

& memories of what never will be.
my palms sweat. i grab the metal.
after that fire.
coals at the post office. poets
sliding into the chamber.
the ice of a bullet.

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