A broken poet

Monday, February 19, 2007

>>Instant Dry<<

Held and turned face to an accuser
Several inches down, her stare locked
Spinning several too many plates in her life
Bitchslapped his grin like a swatter to flies
Was not remotely justified,
She had to cut him down to size
Turn to be the cruel, flawless
Burning all at the stake, her sacrificial prize
High on liquor and her lust
Powderd cement, dust to the skies
Lurks the water boweld petty creature
Jahova's witness, sunday suit and ties
Lives with injustice
Drinks her shots with newborn jealousy
Hates our benefactor
When she unveils herself to me
Stoned and hammered and what else
Where aspirin fails, she flies
A balloon on a string, holding her down
Wet cement, willing to dry
Finds fun in how we mix ourselves up, she smiles
Emotional blends, Alcohol and what else
Says gingerly while her eyes bleed salt
Turns to the drinkster and asks for another Bells

Like her, or care to meet her?
Shes a good friend, she winks
And I'm sure she'll find you interesting
If you dizzy her with charms, and top up the drinks
Shes a lost girl, home, life and all
Wonder even if she knows how and why
But in lifes rock and sedimentary stone
She classifies with all types of instant dry

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