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Fri 12 Dec, 2008 05:16 pm
Midnight brings acceptable
madness. Trips for chips,
but really something more.
I am happy with you
and let the wine decide
this too.
Why is music, and madness
so intriguing?
Covered with wine, and
coffee stains?
Words from a novel
sort the clutter
in my mind.
Convincing me I feel
inspired and alive.
A cold desk against
your face at 2am.
Music that sounds too loud.
And you can do anything when
it's already too late.
~
red wine
stains the bedspread
and your arguments
it sinks into you
like a soggy cracker
causing you to crumble
until you are tears
and an old memory
and silence between
the sighs
@Joe,
I like all poetry and I think these poems are really good! The weird thing about poetry is that it makes the individual universal, that it is the only place where the "I" seemlessly can become a "We". The poet being imho the only philosopher who's permitted to use the word "I" without hesitation or shame. I read it and I wrote your poetry. Thanks!
@Catchabula,
Well if you wrote that under the influence open another bottle..It gave me an eeeeeexcellent night on the channel ferrry the other night..
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