drinking busted yellow teeth through force fed fist
laughing at every attempt to crawl back into the glass i left
standing in those years i ate along with the burnt rainbows i started collecting -
when the church of moving earth decided to create -a reason for me to question gods drinking partners,
snow angel with the missing pulse -
hand held in a strangers heavy gripping thoughts
six whiskeys 3 pills and my own hangman's noose
going out in barfly fashion
last supper - painted out truth-
OCEANS OF WHISKEY
- Author: giantgentlebear ( Offline)
- Published: September 12th, 2016 14:02
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I'm not sure I got the whole picture or not: Drinking one's self, drugging to death. Beyond the help of social and church services. Dying on the way home in the snow. Sad, but true. Thanks for sharing.
yes my main fault is not explaining-but guess you covered it cheers
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