Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Simple Geometry Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Friday 2/16/2007 12:03:00 AM

Ugly ducklings flirt with loose feathers. Heavy beaks. The humble is truncated in stuttered urges. No. We're not alone.

I was paraphrasing myself. Reading from my wrists. The little notations I'd made there so many years ago. They were still applicable. Sex came in shivers. Like withdrawal does. Sweating out the last molecules of salvation in the vomit and the piss. Independence in shrugs. Unimpressed. As blasé as a pawn broker.

There were expectations as there always are. Silver propagating in those storm clouds. Pythagoras on my shoulder. As the triangle doled out our angles.

It's simple geometry. Why we're alone.

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