DRUNKEN LINES
Even these lines dance with my drunken trot.
In stupor,
In loud consonance with agreeable
belligerent voice right beside me,
Within known Chrises, I trot in staggering gait.
Morals leave me now
Windy dive into drunken throes moves us all,
delinquents, across frail life planks.
Written in Stupor: March 2005
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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2 comments:
so when are u putting out a book of poems?
uzezi
Soon, Uzezi. Soon. Thanks for coming by.
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