Tuesday, March 1, 2011

alcohol helps me get to the root of it

i am waiting for
something
to develop

time moves slower than
all my
expectations

machine-gun fire rings
over
a dead valley

someplace where the real
people
harvest decades

intended bleeding
feeling
free the first time

declaration of
comfort
in loyalties

sacred, murderous,
lustful,
beat me, best me

blown apart for the
sake of
brief ownership

come to me on your
own and
really want me

illusions just for
my self-
esteem, thank you

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