Saturday, March 29, 2014

Marooned

Chugging bottled feeling. 
80 proof.
Lost the evening to remorseful hoping.
That back end deal with new faith.
Deem it damnable. 
An offensive glare.

I remember the summer.
Red eyed and renegade.
I recall the eager flames
I recall the drowning
The drinks
To humble beginnings.
 To losing sleep.

No more sheep.
I do not count.
  

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