Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Blind Dashboards Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Saturday 8/12/2006 12:25:00 AM

Folding the paper lengthwise until the numbers disappeared. There we sat with the shoehorn under our asses.

He brushed my hair back and tried to see what I did. That was close enough.

The kitten's claws are sharper than the cat's. That's what we always forget. When the need overcomes. And blankets fray under the rhythm of our ache. I count the threads.

And promise myself there will be somewhere to sleep soon.

Everything I think I know always knows me bather. I search for the seams in its trenchcoat. Thinking my fertility lies in knowing.

How alone I am.

Driving my blind dashboard. Fishing for what's in the road.

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