Sunday, August 22, 2010


I like the ink and paper.
I love the context you're in.
the heaven sent expressions and
random turns of the knob.

Spirits are weakening
as the years go by
Untouched, untampered -
Trophies of the past now repel.

Liquor was quicker and
drugs were readily round:
Uppers. Downers. Helpers.
Names of science. When all else fails.

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