BARFLY

giantgentlebear

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 Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2016 14:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Augustus

    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.

  • giantgentlebear

    yes my main fault is not explaining-but guess you covered it cheers



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