One March afternoon,
Drenched in Norwester,
She and me
Became we in a bar.
Each drank to the brim.
Throat ached, ears heated up,
Pulse increased in feverish warmth…
The mind registered nothing else.
Rainbow laughter days
Filled ashtray nights
Dreams dreamt and forgotten
In a canvas of hallucination
One, Two, Three, Four,
Many more to come…
I’m full,
The peg, empty.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
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