Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Visions of When Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Friday 6/22/2012 01:01:00 AM

a fumble of touch. dull razor on her throat. scrapes, but draws no blood. she wears the world in a pantomine. hands pressed against invisible walls.

their flesh moves inside her. thieves and technicians. wallow in the equations. time. distance. cost. a triad of voids desperate for an absolute. hopeless in the constant that is her gaze. the world swimming in decisions she's yet to make.

a needle. scouring the dirty vein. a thread. dumbfounded by the seam. deaf soldiers listening for the enemy.

Colors. Melting crayons on the dew of her lips. An algebra of apostrophes possessing nothing. Small knots in long stitches.

a war with its eyes closed. pretending to see.

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