D.d.

Kwyjibo
Kwyjibo Posts: 662
edited January 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
standing in the corner
of a crowded bar last night
why do I need alcohol
to feel like I'm all right

so I didn't drink a single drop
as pitchers slopped their golden ale
and I sat there craving just a taste
a breath of wind for my sails

but I remained tortured
responsible and true
I've drove their drunk asses home
then sat and had a brew
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.

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