Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Monsters' Dressing Rooms Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Friday 7/28/2006 10:36:00 PM

I have to be somewhere.

Though eyes stand accused of treason.

monster

Somewhere must be.

If I can see far enough to find the eyes that see us. Then I would know.

How far there is to go.

And what all those monsters look like under their clothes.

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