Thursday, March 10, 2011

five syllable night

those globes shook and shook
we both had bad breath
you kept your eyes closed
which made me feel so
very pathetic

now I want to tell
all these assholes to
go the fuck away
stop looking over
paranoid shoulders
during confession

you came home so late
that I fantasized
you were out fucking
or something like it
tortured myself with
the drink until the
second wind stirred me

all morning you asked
if I was alright
I lied through my teeth

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