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xerxes Junior Member
since 2001-08-05
Posts 34 |
long distance drunk It’s a liquid dream underneath it all sobering moments creating the drunken fall. Couldn’t contain the insane change bottles and glasses I wish I could remember her name. Demented and disturbed phone calls reaching through an alcohol laced slur pull the snapshots of my memory together home of the blur. I wonder if I’m sorry? Maybe I’m not, I don’t need a gun I just need a bottle for my type of shot. Paranoia in all these words spilled under liquor and beer redemption within a grasp of my next binge I hope it’s near. Close this tab I’ve held onto for these drawn out years I’ve bought drinks for fear I’ve served shots to dreams watched them pass by I wish you were here. Miscalculated the tip maybe even the tab I didn’t remember her name our even what we had. Could be this night even all these days misled my emotions to the crash in my embrace recognize the mirror but can’t place the face. There was a phone bill not too long ago some calls that I made to someone I’m supposed to know can’t recall the name it’s somewhere I can’t go. Faltered enough into corrupt states lingered after hours in smoked out fates serve up salvation and maybe I’ll stay. My watch forgot about time my glass remembers to have wine and my mistakes are reminded I already miss you all the time. -xerxes [This message has been edited by xerxes (08-10-2003 01:57 AM).] |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Nice write. Kinda hard to read but nice anyway. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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