return of the bad poet

Jul 07, 2004 23:42


blood flows thin &
spiked with liquor
there's a (literal)
pain in my heart

and an empty room's no solace
on lonely heartattack
2am sleepwalks

i'm hoping the lack
of blood might
get a little lightheaded

ease the hurt of this
hollow canoe simmering
to the bottom of the
emergency room sea
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