Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Games of Chance Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Friday 1/23/2015 12:22:00 AM

the future came and went. in bad decisions. melted ice cream and stubborn walnuts. her voice was loose. it sagged under the weight of her words.

life tumbled in. a caucus of addicts and visionaries. creasing the paper. manipulating the moments.

sex found her. young and eager. all the subtle charisma of a box belching open.

the darkness overtook her. swimming creases. sudden lightning. everything gelatin.

she vibrated and hummed. a motor without wheels.

he heart skipped rope. her mind played dominoes.

angles. pieces. rules. she followed them all them like a treasure map.

still, eventually they all fell down.

no winners. just the empty board.

and the stains where we lingered longer than we should have.

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